Exotic Dancer
Haunter
It's the rhythm beneath your feet... and the noise above your head. Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. If it's given to you tenfold....too bad. If it's taken from you in the blink of an eye...so sad. The bastard that caused you to spill your latte and the reason you can't stop and get another one. You can feel it in your bones...forming against you. ENTROPY. Weighing you down. Draining your essence. Courtesy of the SLEEP-DEALER. The silent voyeur of your dreams. Riddle me this...What Flies But Never Dies? You run - because it says so. You're late - because it says so. You're tired - because it says so. You're getting sleepy...because it says so. And as you come undone to the tune of the algorithm...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock. Dance, dance unraveling soul. Simon says...Wake Up!
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Kristen Keenon Fisher
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