#sam??

ASH IS ON THE COUCH ASH IS ON THE COUCH I REPEAT ASH IS ON THE COUCH

respectfully. putting you in a skillet with some olive oil and garlic and sauteing you 🍳 (pretend that's not an egg)

Do you feel the eons that is to come of what will become of the mortal plays of fate? Do you feel the unsympathetic strings wrap around flesh and tug tightly? The puppet to the host’s follies, to keep another shackled and bound to the weight of sin in their very breath that sings melodies within their lungs under such circumstances; I cannot help but wonder if this has always been an attempt to try to control what must be considered the outlier to any other mind. The pure has never existed within all, a naive wish of the mind to justify what was lost to the oblivion that you must feel upon yourself now. Allies and foes are alike in their deaths at least, consider this to be so - are you glad how the hand of fate is merciful so? To cease existence or to merely die however, ones eyes may play witness to one but the other is to accept the invitation of the eternal abyss and the false light. Step, step, step.