Carelessly I wander through the multitude of mindless zombie threads that have become the backbone of the Chatterbox. As each one passes by me, I feel myself grow weary and ill. Sick of them I scream! Sick of the mind numbing lack of thought and the autonomy of it all I slink into a quiet space. It's dark in here.. The only light emitting from a source I do not know. Like the moth drawn to the flame, this mysterious light pulls me closer and closer to its existence. Trepidation wells up within me. Is it a zombie created trap designed to suck me into its senseless void and devour my mind? As the light grows brighter, more clear hope fills my weary heart and soul.. alas I have found the impossible! I have found intelligence in the ranks of the Chatterbox.
And then it was crushed by a
U BEEN BUMPZED!
scream
Netsuai · Thu Jan 17, 2008 @ 07:58pm · 0 Comments |