A rant post.
Between days in that place, there are nights. Those nights are like transitional times that lasts only but a while; time is sped up, leaving only forgotten routine movements, the full blast of music until sleep is achieved.
But, in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, there are certain creatures who like to come out, bringing with them meat to be savaged. Beasts. Together the bring, their chant song. Stomp stomp stomp. Ruffle ruffle ruffle. Laughter Ha Ha Ha Ha. More exclamation marks. And with those exclamations, you are brought to illumination. Lights are on. Not out. You look around and see nothing but the shades and hues of worn out furniture from the fluorescent light outside your room.
Awake.
Fuck.
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