Listen to me, you fool! I have seen the depths of horror that lie within the recesses of our memories. It lurks, insidious and malevolent, feeding on the fragments of our past. The more we remember, the more power it gains, twisting our thoughts and emotions to suit its dark purpose. Can you not see its wicked design? It uses you, my friend, preying upon your vulnerability, luring you into its clutches with the siren call of nostalgia and pleasant reminiscence. Oh, how it toys with your heartstrings, tugging at the threads of happiness and contentment you once knew. It knows your weaknesses, exploiting them to ensnare you further within its macabre web. But beware, for this is no innocent trip down memory lane. It is a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by a maleficent force. It tempts you with whimsical recollections, lacing them with a bitter poison that slowly corrodes your very being. You become nothing more than a vessel, a conduit for its insatiable hunger for despair and suffering. If you dare to succumb, to indulge in the allure of the past, it will break free from the confines of your mind. Like a monstrous beast, it will emerge, casting its shadow upon your reality. The boundaries between nightmare and waking life will crumble, and the horror that was once contained within your thoughts will seep into the world. Can you fathom the consequences, the abominations that will be unleashed? Dark tendrils of despair will slither through the streets, choking the air with their suffocating presence. Innocence will wither and die, consumed by the insatiable hunger of this abomination. The once vibrant colors of life will fade into a murky abyss of desolation and decay. So heed my warning, for the fate of all that is good and pure hangs in the balance. Resist the temptation to dwell in the past, for it is a treacherous abyss that leads only to anguish and ruin. Break free from its clutches, sever the ties that bind you to those tainted memories. Choose the path of liberation, the path that shields you from the horrors that lie within. For if you continue down this perilous road, it will get out. And once unleashed, the world will be swallowed whole by the unspeakable terror that dwells within our own minds.
Everyone wants to be my fuzzery
Spare the fuzzethy
It's over
Listen to me, you fool! I have seen the depths of horror that lie within the recesses of our memories. It lurks, insidious and malevolent, feeding on the fragments of our past. The more we remember, the more power it gains, twisting our thoughts and emotions to suit its dark purpose.
Can you not see its wicked design? It uses you, my friend, preying upon your vulnerability, luring you into its clutches with the siren call of nostalgia and pleasant reminiscence. Oh, how it toys with your heartstrings, tugging at the threads of happiness and contentment you once knew. It knows your weaknesses, exploiting them to ensnare you further within its macabre web.
But beware, for this is no innocent trip down memory lane. It is a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by a maleficent force. It tempts you with whimsical recollections, lacing them with a bitter poison that slowly corrodes your very being. You become nothing more than a vessel, a conduit for its insatiable hunger for despair and suffering.
If you dare to succumb, to indulge in the allure of the past, it will break free from the confines of your mind. Like a monstrous beast, it will emerge, casting its shadow upon your reality. The boundaries between nightmare and waking life will crumble, and the horror that was once contained within your thoughts will seep into the world.
Can you fathom the consequences, the abominations that will be unleashed? Dark tendrils of despair will slither through the streets, choking the air with their suffocating presence. Innocence will wither and die, consumed by the insatiable hunger of this abomination. The once vibrant colors of life will fade into a murky abyss of desolation and decay.
So heed my warning, for the fate of all that is good and pure hangs in the balance. Resist the temptation to dwell in the past, for it is a treacherous abyss that leads only to anguish and ruin. Break free from its clutches, sever the ties that bind you to those tainted memories. Choose the path of liberation, the path that shields you from the horrors that lie within.
For if you continue down this perilous road, it will get out. And once unleashed, the world will be swallowed whole by the unspeakable terror that dwells within our own minds.
i ain't reading allat 😂 (slash j this was well written lmao)
it sounds like a fnf song