paleninja64

Let me creep, let me slither, let me disgust allow my grotesque hands to salute to the martyrs and leaders of my own conscience Let me hiss, let me growl, let me let convention rust, for his grasp is firm on the clean, rigid, and dry but not me leave me be, and I won't hiss at you leave me be and my claws stay sheathed leave me be, and you remain whole but if you dare subject me, if you dare mold me, you won't escape unscathed how dare you bring a rag to my oily flesh! what right do you have to tie back my obtuse limbs? take the shears to my unruly fur, and I will see to it that you stay away I revel in my grating howl! I relish

 There was just a void at first, but it wasn't just a black space like most would imagine a void to be. It had every spectrum of every color ever in existence swirling about me like thousands of colored birds zooming about me at impossible speeds. Yet, in all of its jaw dropping beauty, it lacked anything of real interest.  The colors moved so fast and were too organized, so although it had everything, in doing so it lacked any real identity. It was the first time I had ever observed nothing.  After thirty seconds of watching the void, I realized how light and all-seeing I felt. When I looked at the void, I didn't see a patch restrained to my