#surrealprose

He said to me with a nervous quoth, it pertained to screeching in the ears of many, though those with the persistence to remain did no such thing - instead a lowly intelligence was required

And so I trekked and travelled and turned alone. They who follow me refer to themselves, though I am alone.

"And into the void he crept, with his limbs all twisted forth. Brought with he was a great shoulderpack of matches and tins. And over the years he stayed within, we lost our hope of a righetous return." - Dust Clencher, spoker of words from the 15th hole 

I haven't seen his face and I wish I had not seen his lack" - Don Quortex (Be he presumed or not) "

Lost to the chenn, he weaved his own fate and I do not regret him of that, his fate was built and scraped from the bottom of the land. We look inwards of ourselves to find a meaning but we find none. he himself did not. As such he must have been a long time ago or his real find may have been so strong to us"- Archivist 3, which has spent lengths retrieving morsels of his being.

It came from a place of great anxiety

the fabric of the void is, in part, created in the order of anxiety

that pulsing, energetic field that pervades all beings is also shared by the inanimate

in fact when considering the definition of life, it was previously thought a number of processes could be used to define a living being, but instead we have found this anxietal force to be the true link between all that lives

without feeling an undercurrent of the subtley flowing river

of anxiety, one is soulless

and it is from here we deduce that all are from the void, in the end.

Down! into the depths of the dark dungeons that don't deserve their dingy dinners dished daintily by deadly dealers. Desert? Death or de-construction, drying the dredges of dark matter that didn't yet depart.

Dried dark matter can be exceptionally useful to those who need an energetic boostf