ššššš šš šššš šššš ? ben reilly ( is that your name ? ) benjamin, benny, oh ! do you remember uncle ben ? yes, those memories come and go. they wash anew. š ššššš šš ššššš ššš šššš, šš ššššššš š ššš ššššš¢ š ššš š šššššš šššššš. to change is to be human, so what is a man without humanity ? tĢ“ĶĶĶĶhĢ¶ĢæĢĢÆĢ°ĢĢ»Ķ¢eĢ·ĢµĢĢĢĢØĢ§Ģ«ĢyĶĢĢĢĶĢÆĢ¤ tĢ“ĶĶĶĶoĢøĢĢĢĢ®ĶĢ¢Ģ¢oĢøĢĢĢĢ®ĶĢ¢Ģ¢kĢ¶ĢøĶĶĢĢ¹Ķ tĢ“ĶĶĶĶhĢ¶ĢæĢĢÆĢ°ĢĢ»Ķ¢aĢ¶ĢøĢĶ¦ĶĢæĶĶĢtĢ“ĶĶĶĶ fĢ·ĢµĢĢ«ĢĶ¢rĢ¶Ģ·ĶĢ¾ĢĢ²ĶĢĶoĢøĢĢĢĢ®ĶĢ¢Ģ¢mĢ¶Ģ·ĶŖĢ½Ķ”Ķ hĢ¶ĢæĢĢÆĢ°ĢĢ»Ķ¢iĢµĢĶĶĢ±ĶĶmĢ¶Ģ·ĶŖĢ½Ķ”Ķ. all that's left is the wrath, the need to ā to consume.
ā we don't know each other, @armedmetal . . . ā it's funny. hilarious, even. the smile that c r a w l s across his face is far from pretty. ā not all spiders are the same, you know. i'll try not to be too offended. ā
but he is. it stirs the beast, the eight-legged predator that sits in his soul. the fusion of mysticism that's not quite his, š ššš ššššš šš šššš ššš, but burns him all the same. always feeling another man's pain ! doesn't that mean ben should be that man ? doesn't that mean he already is ? ben lounges against the wall, so still, too quiet, one might forget he's there if they look away. he doesn't need to breathe for almost twenty minutes. he doesn't even stir the air. DOES HE EVEN EXIST ?
