R A T / S
There are rats in the walls where you sleep. They’re waiting for the moment you give in to sleep. Sometimes they rub against your face to see how soft your skin is. They smell your hair and wonder if there’s any poison in the shampoo you use. Occasionally they’ll nibble on your fingertips, just to get a taste. If your soul is pure, they won’t harm you, and instead stand on your bed post all night long, admiring you. If your soul is rotten they’ll stick around till the moment you die so they can gnaw on soul before it goes to hell. Do not worry, by sunrise they will all be gone.
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Hi, hello, fuck you! I'm Alan, nice to meet you. What'd you say your name was??? Wow, that's a nice name. Oh, this is my blog. You see, i'm afraid that soon I'll be old and rotten, much like a fruit that's been left out in the sun. Not only that, but I'm certain most of my braincells will be gone by then. I know, this makes me sad as well. Not to worry, I'm documenting the thoughts in my head here, my own way of staying alive after death. though, I'm sure by the time I die, this site will be a fossil of the internet, meaning some, only a few will come across it. I don't mind, as long as it's out there.
