The words slipped out, onto the page, it was a cold night, dark, the wind howling.
I was some other age, young, still innocent, if there was such a thing.
What if this "Reality" wasn't real, just part of some messed up fantasy of a blind deaf girl hitting random buttons on a keyboard connected to the server controlling our "Matrix", our quote on quote reality?
What if death was just her deleting us out by accident?
These are the things that keep me awake at night.
That and 12 pots of hot, black coffee, two scoops of sugar, to destroy my blood.
The words continue to spew out, in some form of random mindless wonders, some day, I will have to make some new friends, ones who haven't heard my same jokes about 1980s sitcoms and Ronald Reagan jokes.
"Tell us about the time you killed a whole room full of Nazi vampires in 1922!!"
It was a cold dark night...
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