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Tuesday April 17th 2012, 12:12 am

Obsidian and snaking, skirting the floors and ceilings, with dozens of spindly legs. Hissing shadows of deathly intent as they march from all directions, encircling, hunting. They are bred from nothing, but made of darkness. Brought forth of the mind’s eye from nightmarish caverns made of dank etched mildew stained stones of a long ago mythical era culled from unreality that exists within ink soaked papers.

Creeping Things Seeping From My Imagination
April 16th 2012

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