Wanna Play a Game?

 “  W  o  w ,” he lilts,  “ You  are ... absolutely...             M a g n e t i c.                              --Y’know that..?”

“Uuummm....?                       oooOUUWWWww !! ”

  I’m up n puttin’ around, blog and activity hoppin’ and idt big things are happening tonight so maybbbee....                                                  Like for a one liner?

           “But first... I gotta take a selfie...”

...its been......so long....  i love my good positive happy feelin’ space boi muse(s) but i do miss my demon muses.....

⛧ ────────  ❝ Whoa there, Rambo! No need to get violent.    If anything, I should be the one pointin’ a...uh.. thing.. at YOU. You’re a stranger, and you’re in MY house.      ─I mean… SURE, it’s a little… decrepit…  But hey! Home is home, am I right? ❞ Zozo shuffles his feet a bit, hands plunging themselves deeply into his pockets. He wasn’t worried. To him? This was just another one of those stupid ghost hunters, exploring the first abandoned building they caught sight of.    ❝ Now.. I’m gonna say it nice and slow for you…              – W h a t    d o    y o u    W A N T  ?  ❞

   there’s silence for a long while. of course, only until the demon decides to open his mouth to shatter it.        “  sounds Deep.             unless it’s literal-- then in which case...” he trails off, disinterested.  “it’s just too bad...  that I really don’t care about which it is. or about your traumas.” a sigh. he couldn’t help himself-- he hated that. “ you know which ones i’m talking about, claire, don’t you?  should i play them by you word for word? Action. by. action?”

                  ah yes. tormenting his victims, even once he’s won. classic.  “  if you could only hear him.   . . . fucking  hilarious.  ”

                                                                                                       d i s a p p o i n t i n g .   ”