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.040 [audio]
Mar. 1st, 2010 11:05 pm[There are no screeching sounds from the television or radio, but there are crashes and thuds coming over the feed along with a mischievous laugh. The broadcasts of late have woken up Seth's parasite, The Aurailia, and the creature is out to play.]
So much noise, ey cowboys? It's almost more than I can stand. [There is another loud crash and the sound of breaking glass, loud enough to be a window but none can be sure] I'm freezing my eyes dry! My eyes are dry as hell!
Where did all the poems go, they were shit enough to make my eyes water!
So much noise, ey cowboys? It's almost more than I can stand. [There is another loud crash and the sound of breaking glass, loud enough to be a window but none can be sure] I'm freezing my eyes dry! My eyes are dry as hell!
Where did all the poems go, they were shit enough to make my eyes water!
