Wander Fog

"I am trapped.

Around me I hear whispers of invisible Evil while radios and television sets deliver daily reports of despondency in clipped but sonorous soundbites. Some cower, some see no Evil and have no fear of it, but all are under the oppressive weight of Its presence, panicked by the pressure of the imposition of 'protection' . The world stands still and holds her breath.

I do not fear this Evil. A greater gluttony of misery is gained from my continued existence and so It has no taste for me. 

I fear the people It oppresses.... I am not one of them, though I once tried my hardest to conform and comply with their crippling, ever-shifting expectations and demands. I learned to fear them before the Evil came.... in Its presence they have become base and selfish and self-serving, some left without a shred of decency or compassion in their gleeful terror.

The walls are closing in on me, reflecting the glare and gleam of claustrophobic heat and crushing defeat. Outside I hear the clamour of chaos, the clash and cacophony of my hell and its inhabitants. 

I leave, risk braving open space... vultures circle around me, glaring and scornful, harrying and eager to devour. I cannot avoid them. I try to plead but am ignored. Frantic and fighting to contain my own terror and rage, I chase them away with snarls but this only feeds their malice. They caw and jeer at me with deafening ignorance and indignation.

I scuttle to sanctuary, desperate for respite... only to be chased away by rabid wolves, foaming with fury, muzzles dripping vitriol and hate, emboldened and secure with the sanctimonious sophistry of suspicion and social media.

I flee home and brace myself to bear the dense burden of deepening darkness and despair but the delirious jabbering of debauched devils, leering and cheering and jeering as I fall.... it is more than I can bear.

Release is denied. I am forbidden.

I am trapped."

 -Sylph

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Resistance is Futile

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Check out the video on YouTube, it’s pretty cool.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-jiXk0INIg

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I don't mind the abductions so much, I love teaching any entity the fine galactic art of low down dirty an' mean funkaliciousness, but why aliens, why do you always conduct medical experiments on my rectum before, during, and after the lessons? 

I mean just once, can we do the lesson on Tuesday and then say maybe the rectal probe on Thursday? Is that too much to ask?  Fucking aliens ....

Wander Fog

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