Help, I’ve somehow landed in a simulation of this weird place I can’t leave. My CMD Window is broken. There’s weird people in socks here screaming about all sorts of crazy shit. Like how the celestial FBI is looking for them so they need to hide behind their face so they will not be found And extradited....
The thoughts have stopped connecting. The feelings on their own. The world keeps revolving. With nothing truely known. (not sure how formatting works, this is supposed to be a 4 line poem)
I was strolling across the eternal void whistling and dancing but some how dropped and lost my patience forever. Can anybody help me find it or contact me if they see it?
Because I just heard you speaking in this deep, menacing growl, and then I turned and saw the red skin and horns and the pitchfork, so naturally I started wondering.
I think at this point we only need to practice two or three more times, and then we’ll be ready to start the Universe for real. Now, once more, from the Big Bang!
The Great Eye that Fills the Sky, Unblinking, Visible from all of Time and Space, (you know the one) hasn’t even glanced my direction in the last couple of eons. It used to look directly at me at least once a foremoon, but slowly I’ve drawn the attention of The Eye less and less. I don’t know, it always unnerved me to be...
Like, okay, I can handle some changes. It’d be nice to have a consistent number of legs, but switching from four in the morning to two in the afternoon – it’s not the worst thing ever. But having to walk on three legs in the evening – that’s just ridiculous. What kind of organism walks on an odd number of legs? It’s...
Our friends will be forsaken and all bonds of fellowship will be broken. Please refrain from attempting any activities that require courage or bonds of friendship until a later date.
So this shmuck asked for money for his first wish, so I dropped a pallet of money next to him, he’ll find the loan statement from the bank at the bottom of the pile....