TC: evasion be about you in this hour. TC: were no fallacy slung, sureness would be about him most fucking righteous. TC: this ain't being so. TC: these daymares most unruly care not for intelligence within their deplorable durations. TC: you have awoken nevertheless in consequence of discomposure within them and for it there is no rejoicing. TC: talk to me, homie.
Okay, okay, fine. It takes him a few moments to think back on it and gather
his thoughts.
TA: uh TThere was someTThing i
guess, coming for us? TA: i don'TT know we jusTT were
all so sure we were going TTwo, noTT die, buTT someTThing worse TThan
TThaTT and somehow we all sTTarTTed falling and TA: i donTT wanTT TTwo TTalk
abouTT iTT.
Oh. Well fuck, that wasn't good. Quickly, he types back.
TC: sssshhhh. TC: that is OK, my brother. TC: pass considerations best if it so may be done: daymares have ends. TC: you have reached it and have arisen where it is to see it's bereavement and so, on this day, you ain't ever have to see it in it's likeness again. TC: let us pour one out to it and say ay mother fucking men for it's cessation.
Unless it became a recurring nightmare. Fuck those.
TC: seek what little comforts may be afforded to thee in this hour. TC: I shall be here still for thee if he desires strong for some other wicked business to speak of.
There's a feeling in him like something just got sunk. Something that's not one of Meulin's ships. A little more hesitantly this time, he types.
TC: a vision. TC: with wicked vision my brother has been bestowed by the holy, bearing fruit unpalatable. TC: this is what he dost mean to preach to me. TC: ain't it?
He doesn't wish to scare him, but he wants to be sure.
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Date: 6 Dec 2013 09:15 (UTC)TA: i know you KZ buTT iTT was jusTT sTTupid
TA: iTT wasn'TT even TThaTT scary
TA:ii TThink
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Date: 6 Dec 2013 10:00 (UTC)TC: were no fallacy slung, sureness would be about him most fucking righteous.
TC: this ain't being so.
TC: these daymares most unruly care not for intelligence within their deplorable durations.
TC: you have awoken nevertheless in consequence of discomposure within them and for it there is no rejoicing.
TC: talk to me, homie.
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Date: 6 Dec 2013 10:09 (UTC)Okay, okay, fine. It takes him a few moments to think back on it and gather his thoughts.
TA: uh TThere was someTThing i guess, coming for us?
TA: i don'TT know we jusTT were
all so sure we were going TTwo, noTT die, buTT someTThing worse TThan TThaTT and somehow we all sTTarTTed falling and
TA: i donTT wanTT TTwo TTalk abouTT iTT.
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Date: 6 Dec 2013 10:32 (UTC)TC: sssshhhh.
TC: that is OK, my brother.
TC: pass considerations best if it so may be done: daymares have ends.
TC: you have reached it and have arisen where it is to see it's bereavement and so, on this day, you ain't ever have to see it in it's likeness again.
TC: let us pour one out to it and say ay mother fucking men for it's cessation.
Unless it became a recurring nightmare. Fuck those.
TC: seek what little comforts may be afforded to thee in this hour.
TC: I shall be here still for thee if he desires strong for some other wicked business to speak of.
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Date: 7 Dec 2013 11:02 (UTC)TA: i donTT know how TTo explain iTT
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Date: 7 Dec 2013 11:13 (UTC)TC: a vision.
TC: with wicked vision my brother has been bestowed by the holy, bearing fruit unpalatable.
TC: this is what he dost mean to preach to me.
TC: ain't it?
He doesn't wish to scare him, but he wants to be sure.