minionlover
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I wrote this a couple months back, I was trying to capture my thoughts in realtime and I hate myself for it.
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There is a duck sitting in the ocean, he is swimming, he is drowning, he needs to waddle away. The knight is chasing him, he has a sword, a big shiny sword, it can cut down a mountain, clearly it will kill the duck, so why isn’t he running? Oh right, he is drowning, how could I forget that? Open the door, but there is no door, this is this ocean, where no one can hear you scream. The knight has come closer, he is dashing atop of the water, he needs to hurry it up, or the duck might die and fall at the bottom of the ocean. How could he eat roasted duck if he cannot get the duck? He is starving, he has not eaten for days, days of starvation can make a man hungry, enough to kill another man. Maybe the duck should hurry it up, either he dies drowning, or he dies by the knight. How sad, the knight has made it, slicing the duck in half as its blood paints the beautiful blue horrifically red. The knight has stopped, he is beginning to fall, his armor is pulling him down, he cannot resist, he is beginning to drown. How sad. How sad. Open the door of death, open the door of death, there hasn’t been anything besides that. Take this pill and sleep, you need sleep.
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Was it deep? I don't know.
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There is a duck sitting in the ocean, he is swimming, he is drowning, he needs to waddle away. The knight is chasing him, he has a sword, a big shiny sword, it can cut down a mountain, clearly it will kill the duck, so why isn’t he running? Oh right, he is drowning, how could I forget that? Open the door, but there is no door, this is this ocean, where no one can hear you scream. The knight has come closer, he is dashing atop of the water, he needs to hurry it up, or the duck might die and fall at the bottom of the ocean. How could he eat roasted duck if he cannot get the duck? He is starving, he has not eaten for days, days of starvation can make a man hungry, enough to kill another man. Maybe the duck should hurry it up, either he dies drowning, or he dies by the knight. How sad, the knight has made it, slicing the duck in half as its blood paints the beautiful blue horrifically red. The knight has stopped, he is beginning to fall, his armor is pulling him down, he cannot resist, he is beginning to drown. How sad. How sad. Open the door of death, open the door of death, there hasn’t been anything besides that. Take this pill and sleep, you need sleep.
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Was it deep? I don't know.