Lorenzo Buford
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"Let us make fear," said the Old Ones.
"Let us flavor this fear." "Let us make this fear in our image." "Ah," one signed in an anticipated orgasm as it imaged itself being edged into a new space. "It must be nurtured." "It must be cultivated." "Ah, so we can ingest it; but this food speaks like us in our image with our mind. It will be like self gratification when we ingest Its frequency." "Let us thing this from fear." "Let it harbor our fears until we have made it a delicacy." "Let us make fear," they said, "like we were created in someone else's story." "Let us create fear as it is in our image and become its god." |
