in the basement, the shaddows are circling. round and round they go, but they don't know i'm there. they can't devour me with their fearfull Nothingness if i just don't move. not at all.
one time one got on my arm. it attatched it's dark tendrils of darkness around me, sinking into my flesh. i forgot my phone number. i forgot if i tied my shoes yet. i forgot where i was and why.
it was pretty rad, but i ran away. they can't follow me out of the basement. suckers.