PleaseStayAwake's profile picture. “He found himself drifting along the frenetic edges of his mind as the incarnated traces of the sandman became riven from reason and transformed into madness.”

Quentin

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“He found himself drifting along the frenetic edges of his mind as the incarnated traces of the sandman became riven from reason and transformed into madness.”

"Is the whole world dying?— Or is it just us."


“It's a long way down The water is turning red—”

PleaseStayAwake's tweet image. “It's a long way down
The water is turning red—”

« thoughts; a phrase that can't be forgotten: “One, two—Freddy's comin' for you”


« inside the walls of this reoccurring phantom's playground within the rumored unknown. Only one thing pilgrimaged its way through his »


« alert, remembrance of a darkened procession of malefic terrors chilled the looming air, and desensitized the withering youth who wavered »


« tormentor's commanding spell. With a series of processed maneuvers and caffeine's pungent tendrils encompassing the desire to remain »


« irritated eyes of vivid depravation whilst scattered movements of an inability to capture a moments' deliverance exploited his »


« control and timorous ideals sprung forth from the craze inside an insomniac's feeble conscious. Pieces of fractured stardust burned out »


« his strife of an untouchable elation. Feasibly, specific armored conceits plagued his brain; wired sharply below the damaged security of »


« his autonomic mind. Falling prey to his swayed convictions of sleepless demons, Quentin wished for more than what was proscribed toward »


« self-evocation resumes to spin sanity toward the creation of paralyzing, preëmptive paranoia by the ebbing thoughts crashing throughout »


« underground scenarios emanating from beneath the surface of a bitter end. Concluding mordant amplifications are the real hymns of time, »


« deterioration against a forlorn future. A relentless note of incipient hysteria suffocated the invitation upon fickle repose; »


« titanium exterior as the wingless phenomenon twisted amongst the bladed ailment that prevailed it's dissimilarity shadows of »


« once reachable crumbled like an atrophy of morainic ruin before an open tomb. Conscientious ambitions ceased to exist beyond his once »


Resting between the purgatory of decadent dissolutions and a painted intrusiveness revealed behind each breath, impairment of all that was »


“Sleep. —That uninitiated, single word meant death.”

PleaseStayAwake's tweet image. “Sleep.
—That uninitiated, single word meant death.”

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