It said, keep quiet. don't make a sound, or else you'll be heard, noticed, seen, observed. Stay still, at least till it's dark; then make your run for the back alley, steering clear of the light, the night-watchmen.
- "You mean to say, 'pierce the void with silence'..?"
Dive into the darkness, swim deep down into the abyss, penetrate the Nothingness.
- "...And from its center, unravel it.."
Turn its insides out, skewer the mother fucker with the dagger of your dick, and drink the Blood of the Times as it pours around you in waterfalls... The Blood of the Spectacle smells sour...
- "But tastes sweet."
(Like the gas I'm releasing right now.)
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