NotTheGuyYouKill
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I just realized that if we had animated avatars I could shoot a selfie video, turn it into a gif and use that.
Why are we not allowed such glory?
Your eyes stare into eternity. You've beheld the sight and horror of God in all his majesty and terror and came away a mere shell of your former self. You believe in nothing but yearn for everything.
And yet.
Yet.
There is a callousness to your voice. It belays the nerve beneath it. Nerve as fraught and taught as steel wire, the piercing song of the garrotte. Your eyes are dark pits, pools of shadow in the darkness of the night and the gloom. Pin points in the darkness.
Your mouth, gives no indication of joy or sorrow. Yet... ever so slightly, curled in a sneer. Contempt? Perhaps. But likely? Condescension. But not for us.
No.
Yourself. But why? What is it that we have missed, that you know? What is lurking behind the mask, beneath the veneer that you hold so goddamn dear?
What is it, Dennis?
What are you?