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I am the "Cold Pizza Eater."

My battery is low and it is getting dark.
RIP opportunity.

The jailer is the key, kill him and you’ll be free.

I nodded slowly, clearly not understanding at all.

Funny thing, everyone who has ever said that immortality would suck has always been mortal.

I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning, forever a circle, an inescapable bleeding hollow in the side of the world. The hunt finds me. And the hunter... The hunter must hunt. In the hunt, I find my center. I stop clinging to exhaustion. I abandon desire. I let go of words, concepts, pasts and futures. All I am is blood, in movement, dancing with blood. In the hunt life is endless. Then it's over. I shall die, and be reborn. I have done this thousands of times, but for the first time, I give in.
I am at peace.

THEY LOST THE CHASE, AND LOCKED UP THEIR ENTIRE RACE, BUILDING A PRISON AROUND THE WHOLE WORLD. NOW I'M THE ONLY FREE ONE.

No one can teach you how to figure things out on your own.

Nothing is as it seems, neither you nor I...

You made the road, so we came running.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but you'll always dance with the grim reaper.

> Emerging through the midnight gateway, you feel a sensation in
your spine cutting upwards towards your neck. A flood of contempt and anger swerving with a velocity of unbearable degree; crawling through your eyes as you push another hour deeper into the night.
>
> But just as soon as it arrives it departs. Free from an eternal pain that died in its final crescendo. That which had been waiting for nothing, wanting to be free. Released from the sad numb feeling of twilight. Let go after an eon of sparring with the submissive contract of sadness.
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> Within the ash a new persona blooms. An angel of saturation in delay, love in anger. Lifting you through yourself and into another body.
The mind a shell, a clearing, a limitless void. And within that vessel of being and creation you undertake end without moderation, sympathy without abundance.
>
> You accelerate onto a myriad of empty expressways; the velocity you once were prison to now your constant catalyst. A utopia of urgency. A carved out memory of hearts in endless and artificial refinement. Cold crystal waves driving over a synthetic shore.
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> The numbness of fragility now shattered within a new erudite heaven. With no horns, no fangs, no spirit. Just a silence within itself waiting for nothing and wanting to be free.
> Chroma Velocity ▋

Can't you see them? These lines on a page, defining our reality. Playing out our destinies from start to end. I want to get out. I want to have a will of my own, to carve my own path through reality instead of having my future painted out in the very essence of our being

What has 4 letters, sometimes has 9 letters, but never has 5 letters.

My life long dream is to either become somebodies Senpai or pull off being Tsundere

You can't put holes in a net, you can only give the net less holes.

Can you save me now?

The end will be so much more interesting if we face it together

I am Hunhow: Sentient Destroyer of Worlds. By your hand, expose their heart. By my edge, cleave it beating from its nest.

I came to find you, only you, because you're special. You're from somewhere real. And together we can burn our way back there. Can't we, o player mine?

If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

As the sun finally burrows its way into bed, you leave Ji-eun's apartment, finding the empty street outside lost in mist. You know your way back home but you don't take it.
Throughout the city you find velvet gardens draped in the colors of nearby shop windows and cafes. The tender stare of a stranger, their face illuminated by phone light from below and street lamps from above. The steps you take start to melt into one another, softly being enveloped by some unknown force that carries you forward.
The night blooms further, the light becomes more and more neon. The skyline turns obsidian and the same old doubts replay in your head. But the momentum of something greater than yourself pushes you forward. Into and then back out of the lights of different entrances, effecting your egress into the night over and over again.
You lose track of time, slipping into ash filled streets farther from the center of the city. Outskirts where all color has been lost save for the silver rain of moonlight. An empty palette, a lake of mercury and ash, obsidian and velvet. Would any life have been lived the same as yours, City Girl?

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Then there came a sound. Distant first it grew into castrophany. So immense that it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams there was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then
nothing

A dragon is still a dragon, no matter how sweet she may be.

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Combat lesbian

Zesty ♥♥♥♥♥

You can run from your demons until you are exhausted, one day you will have to stop and find out what they wanted.

You stand on the precipice of a vast nothingness. The ground below you open wide, the sky above closing into a singular point. You tumble backwards, falling over yourself. The ground that once felt so solid and stable evaporating before your eyes. You plummet down, up, towards the expanse of emptiness. The velocity ripping at your skin, shredding you into nothing. Becoming one with it, nothing, yet all.

The pavement hits hard against the soles of your feet, drumming out its relentless rhythm through your bones. Running along the underside of the infinite plane, the sky pulsing in sync with your footfalls, with your heartbeat. Pushing you further, faster, ever forward. No time for stopping, no time to rest, no time to even breathe. You know that if you stop then so does the beat. And whatever is hiding in the shadows behind the edge is always chasing right on your heels, waiting for the world to stop turning underneath you so that you tumble backwards into its gaping maw.

Stuck in the mud in my mind, if I clean up, I swear that I'd shine
I am confined to what is inside
Eating away at the thoughts that I'm trying to hide
And I'm sick of all this wondering if I even deserve to live
I think it's best I rip these feeling out with the rest of it

Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice,
and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
Remember our promise.
Wake up.

You say the ocean's rising like I give a ♥♥♥♥
You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did
You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried
Got it? Good, now get inside