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  1. lolToasty
    Police climbed through the window to find anarchic writing and binary scrawled around the walls. The room smelled of blood and fecal matter. Bodies were found piled in the attic. Each one had it's lips torn off. Eaten. Bite marks visible below the nose and above the chin. No trace of the metallic traxoline humanoid.
    Autopsy of the queen shows large amounts of Radium in the shape of a smaller human throughout her body, outlining her own. Her lips still in place, but oddly green. (Look further.)
    We have her back.
    -----------------------------------------------
    call it a job well done, boys.
    this fucker is gone.
    never again will we have to hear his solitary gurgles and screeches through his wooden door.
    fucking barbarian.
    it's plans may still be unknown, but all i can say is:
    don't fuck with the human race.
    *cheers*
  2. lolToasty
    kisss me back.
    pleas
    i need your lips
    something
    my skin is igreen and i cantn feel myself.
    0110001001101100011001010110111001100100
    i shoudlnt have come
    not without-
  3. lolToasty
    i'm 01101110011011110111010000100000011001100110111101101100011011000110111101110111011010010110111001100111.
    they'll never take me away
    her away
    i remember the little boy on the corner of the street in my attic
    his lips weren't enough
    011101110110100001111001
  4. lolToasty
    she's like me now
    she's grey
    she's... gone.
    she said she'd never leave me
    please god
    help me
    give me strength
    let me overcome
    let me adapt
    she's mine
    she'll NEVER BE THEIRS
  5. lolToasty
    Their chanting gets louder. Maybe my eardrums are simply growing. I don't know.
    I'm stuck in the corner.
    I don't want to look back.
    I miss those lips.
    I miss the taste.
    It disappeared.
    I touch my face.
    The metal is growing colder.
    i need her...
  6. lolToasty
    Auburn. Black.
    How does that happen? Is she finally rotting? She still smells beautiful to me. Her lips still taste the same to me. The rapping is still the same, if not louder. Her beauty seems to keep everything the same, except her hair. Her breath. Her cheeks.
    Oh god, her cheeks.
    Appalled at their nude color, the knife jumps down to my thigh.
    What am I doing to her?
    (deceit.)
  7. lolToasty
    Don't go. Never leave me. Let me live on through you. I understand baby, I understand it all. You need me. You need me to go on. Don't cry, I'll be here forever. For you. Yours. They all want me. They need me to. But I need You.
    (corrosion.)
  8. lolToasty
    ...and here I am, living or not.
    No, no, I am living. I AM. They aren't. They're fucking dead. They have no one. Their lives are MEANINGLESS. Maybe once they mattered. Maybe. But I have her. I have my queen. And she'll never leave. She's under my spell.
    haha, my spell. I sound like a myth.
    My tongue slithers down her throat like a snake in the grass.
    The veins on my hands grow.
  9. lolToasty
    Her cold tongue is stationary but mine'll keep moving. My lips can't get enough of her sweet, sweet nectar. She's what propels me; what keeps me going. She keeps me from going insane. And here she is, breathing or not.
    If anything, her cheeks are some sort of tell of her liveliness. They wouldn't be this pink, otherwise.
    I hear their barbaric chanting outside. Their plastic ripping against my door. MY wooden door. Fucking imbeciles.
    I'd open the window for air, but why would I want to share the air with them?
    (she's my queen)
  10. lolToasty
    Everything gets turned into this. This thing. This taste. The gunmetal sour that slowly turns sweet. The love that dies over a bite and kiss. I still feel her...
    As I write, I hear the rapping of the animals outside my wooden door, barricaded with more wood and metal on the inside. From the outside, I know I'd look odd. Wood in this metal society. But I'm not the odd one...
    She lays upstairs, breathing; at least I think she is.
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