Refraction

The PwerThe voice drifted, bodiless and empty through nothing. There was no space for it to exist in, and nothing was a word not yet invented. But there was a source of energy here in this nothing. Something to be twisted. Manipulated. Shaped like a lump of clay. The words of the voice could twist the energy from into whatever it deemed; make it into whatever it desired. The merest thought of creation flashed in the nothing and then the nothing became something. A vast explosion of light and energy, matter and anti-matter racing each other for supremacy. The voice, once confined to nothing, had a new playground. A placeThe Pwer
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Work's a bitch.
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#When They Come For Me I'll Be Sitting At My Desk With A Gun In My Hand Wearing A Bullet-Poof Vest, Singing 'My My My How The Time Does Fly When You Know You're Gonna Die By The End Of The Night#
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Necrophilia.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
welcome to DA
*makes sweet love*
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Doowop beeatch.
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