The Echoing Halls (Nonsense According To A Mind Full Of Nothing)

Inside the echoing halls of mindless voices, the chambers have, once again, collapsed unto themselves.  As the legend grows in density, my worthless mind increases in population.  Please give me that aquatic torch so, that the mice can lead me down to the cold and damp cellar floor. While there, I can trade advice with a much higher imaginary God and you can mark me off your list.



In honor of the warm dripping blood, we must now dance within the misleading tunnel-systems.  How many will be attending the hunt?  The strangest insects have been lowered into a ring of fornicating cannibalistic sub-humanoids.

Sleep with me and you shall experience all things known and unknown. 



©Timothy Grassan


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