> The Darkener's Console

You are facing the south side of a white house. There is no door here, and all the windows are boarded.

That’s Ok —

This didn’t work the way I wanted
That’s ok
I got this for free
What can I do to help

This didn’t work the way I wanted
That’s not ok
I paid, I paid
You owe me, yeah you sell

This synapse
A prolapse
Stress induced neurotransmission
Get the fuck out of me
What I want is

This didn’t work the way I wanted
That’s ok
I got this for free
What can I do to help


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