Saturday, April 23, 2011

Like Our Subsequent Times

I will be forgotten.

I am Ackley Dark.

I am lost... My mind... I've created... something... vast... winding... clicking... shifting... I can't find my way out... I was lucky enough to find my desk and find my computer... somehow my internet still works... at least there's that... I can't find the exit... These corridors... they stretch on for too long... too long... I've tried to make maps... they are useless... Like the house... yes that house... This place has reflected my mind... and how jumbled... and lost... and full of evil it is... I can't find the door.

... I don't know what anyone can do... but it would probably do me no harm to at least chronicle what I find... and what I think... it would help to keep me from going completely mad...

2 comments:

  1. Invaders have you too! Invaders have you! Invaders!

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  2. Ha, invaders, that's funny. No... it'd be nice if it was something simple like I was abducted by someone or something... but this is far stranger...

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