Aug 16, 2006 00:02
Such a lovely, lovely place. The ticking. I love the ticking.
Like blood through long-dry veins.
Like the gurgling miasma of black water through a long-dry river bed.
I can wait. I can wait. I can wait.
I'll be so very good, and wait.
The ticking will bring them to me. I know it will. They'll need me. They want me to make the ticking stop.
Does the ticking stop? They will see. I will not see. I never see. I always see. I see everything. I am everything. I am nothing. Only a litle longer. Soon, so very soon. I will see so much more. I will see the tunnels. I will see everyone in the tunnels where the ticking comes from.