What would you feel, to live in a world nothing more or less than darkness over a hundred years?
I wonder.
I've forgotten how both of it exactly feels, as I finally made contact with the world's endless supply of fresh air, oxygen, or as anybody else calls it. Regardless on how fresh the air is, it's still disturbing to have the breeze giving chills to me and subsconcious alerts to remind me not to wake up with no clothes on next time. I would greatly appreciate if someone can bring me a wardrobe of clothes but I'm not sure if I'm kind enough to let you come out alive. Kindness always brings forth some fearful suspicions.
I have been living in the darkness for what seems like eternity, and certainly to ease my boredom and fears of being alone in this dark temple 24/7, I just created a deviantART account and I sure hope to spread the madness around.
Well then, excuse me, I have to look up for some clothes on e-bay, and also some good human souls to eat. I'm hungry. Seriously.
Your natural madness spreading machine,
Asura.





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