10-23-2017, 11:13 PM
Mmf. Yep. Yeah. Yup. There it is.
Yeahp.
I roll forward on my hands and knees. My hands clutch the dew laden grass but my head and stomach keep tumbling and spinning. A stream of neon rainbow vomit is ejected from my pie-hole, soaking the ground in vibrant shades of red, yellow, blue, green, purple, and everything in between. Welp, at least it tastes like sugary, fruity stomach acid as opposed to the regular kind.
My whole bonecasing is a shakin' an' I got all this shit sifting in and out of my thinkpan, like sand through a strainer. Touch fuzzy get dizzy, amirite? Or maybe it's the other way around. Or not? It feels like fuzzy AND dizzy, ya know? It's like, from the neck up, errything is vibrating. Rattling on a supersonic sorta level, like it was struck with a sort of resonator from beyond the...whatever is out there, I guess. Man, what a time to be alive. Am I alive, even? My eyes are locked on the puddle of sparkly rainbow goop. I'm still on my hands and knees, but I decide that maybe I'm a lil' tired. I roll over onto my back, making sure to keep a decent distance from my uh...discharge. My eyes are a tad glazed over, cloudy even, as if a sort of film enveloped the orange orbs. The little pools of purple in the middle of my eyes shine through the murk, sporadically searching the sky above.
Tearan ain't here no more. How do I know? I don't know. But I do know. I mean...He ain't up there in the sky anymore. Damn sure ain't standing over me, learnin' me the ways of the ants. I felt him in my head. For a lil' while, anyways. After we got sucked into that void. And now I don't? I mean I guess that doesn't mean he's like, GONE gone, but-
Yeah. I don't really wanna think about it. I'm absolutely positively positive that I'll see the Tearman again one day.
For a while, I just lay there. Staring up at the nothingness. I catch glimpses of things I don't recognize, and one or two that I do. Everything's muddy and murky and slimey. Imma try to sort it out, but I don't really think much will come of it.
Or anything else, for that matter. I feel this gnawing, squirming length of sounds and hushing whispers worming their way through my sentience, separate from the influx of memories Tearan tore into our heads.
It ain't a good thing. T'ain't at all.
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Yeahp.
I roll forward on my hands and knees. My hands clutch the dew laden grass but my head and stomach keep tumbling and spinning. A stream of neon rainbow vomit is ejected from my pie-hole, soaking the ground in vibrant shades of red, yellow, blue, green, purple, and everything in between. Welp, at least it tastes like sugary, fruity stomach acid as opposed to the regular kind.
My whole bonecasing is a shakin' an' I got all this shit sifting in and out of my thinkpan, like sand through a strainer. Touch fuzzy get dizzy, amirite? Or maybe it's the other way around. Or not? It feels like fuzzy AND dizzy, ya know? It's like, from the neck up, errything is vibrating. Rattling on a supersonic sorta level, like it was struck with a sort of resonator from beyond the...whatever is out there, I guess. Man, what a time to be alive. Am I alive, even? My eyes are locked on the puddle of sparkly rainbow goop. I'm still on my hands and knees, but I decide that maybe I'm a lil' tired. I roll over onto my back, making sure to keep a decent distance from my uh...discharge. My eyes are a tad glazed over, cloudy even, as if a sort of film enveloped the orange orbs. The little pools of purple in the middle of my eyes shine through the murk, sporadically searching the sky above.
Tearan ain't here no more. How do I know? I don't know. But I do know. I mean...He ain't up there in the sky anymore. Damn sure ain't standing over me, learnin' me the ways of the ants. I felt him in my head. For a lil' while, anyways. After we got sucked into that void. And now I don't? I mean I guess that doesn't mean he's like, GONE gone, but-
Yeah. I don't really wanna think about it. I'm absolutely positively positive that I'll see the Tearman again one day.
For a while, I just lay there. Staring up at the nothingness. I catch glimpses of things I don't recognize, and one or two that I do. Everything's muddy and murky and slimey. Imma try to sort it out, but I don't really think much will come of it.
Or anything else, for that matter. I feel this gnawing, squirming length of sounds and hushing whispers worming their way through my sentience, separate from the influx of memories Tearan tore into our heads.
It ain't a good thing. T'ain't at all.
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Quote:Karkat Post incoming tomorrow probably. Will probably post Gamzee viewing some memories in the astral at some point. Feel free to interact with him at your leisure for now though~ Been a pleasure writing with you lot. Hope to do it more often and soon.
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover
-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover