edengarden.onion

I am dreaming of Eden. The garden is an unnatural mould. Every inch of it pulsates with a sickening, primordial consciousness. No part of it is unique. It is an interconnected single entity with a host of different physical qualities and manifestations. All of them subvert the expected. The bark of the trees is not rough but a fuzzy, velvet like skin which peels away easily at the touch. The stems of the flowers dissolve into a viscous liquid, which quickly reforms itself around whatever it has come into contact with. The boulders and raised concave shelves which litter and shade the groves are not coarse and hard but have a bewildering elasticity. None of it is possible, all of it surreal. Only the granite paths themselves which lead dizzyingly through the dense natural mazes, and the columns which line them, feel as if they are truly there. Carved into the columns are delirious messages. They are barely coherent collections of words left there by walkers gone for too long, perhaps lost in the many stretching paths of the garden. Some are apologetic, others distraught. Others are vicious and violent passages, malevolent tirades of harm intended, sickening details of methods to lure and bait.

I am dreaming of Eden. My bare feet are again pacing the lukewarm granite paths. My head is again turning on a dime always. My hands itch itch itch with that same nervous fever. A draft of aromatic charcoal pollen bleeds its way into my arm and I feel nothing. Nothing leaks from the peppered raw wounds. Somewhere in the distance closest to me, some unknown creature lets out an undulating chirruping howl. I am asleep on my feet. I do not know my way.

I am dreaming of Eden. I pass through a gauntlet of towering pale trees. The sickly thin bone giants rise up and canopy above me. They stretch on beyond the eye’s limit. A weak and scratching haze of sunlight penetrates their limbs. Countless bodies hang here. Only the path is clear. It leads its twisted way through the trunks, never more than a short stretch visible before it twists away behind them again. My lower body is entirely numb. Everything is still. I cannot block out the quiet lullaby of the swinging cadavers. It is a siren song.

I am dreaming of Eden. The pitch of night robs me of my eyes. Crouch and shelter. Hide in the dark. A grey flame before me. The fever sweat is all around. The fever sweat I cannot take. Lit branch in hand I stride from my shelter for the sake of my festering skin sick with the need for motion. They wont catch me. Not if I keep moving, walking, leaving, entering. the same place, the same room, againandagain, neverstop.

I am dream in god’s EDEN. passing death is mutual here. Pity the three on a sullen commute away from the safety of the path. Laugh laugh laugh at their circlewalking. Hands on head boys! Call it quits now if you vALUE IT MOre than I do it’s just a silly game.

I AM DRRRREAMING IN EDEN. I AM CALLED BY MY NAME. THE VOICEY WOICE ASKS ABOUT IT AND I DO NOT REPLI. I AM IN THE SACK OF MY BAG ON MY BACK IN MY HEAD AND CANNOT ESCAPE IT. PLEASE TELL ME FAMILY IF YOU KNOW WHERE PLEASE TELL ME FAMILY IF YOU HEAR ME PLEASETELLMEFAMILYIFYOUCAREABOUTMEANYMOREINMYSPECIALPLACEICANTGETBACK.

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صفارات الإنذار.أنا أحلم عدن. الملعب من الليل يسرق لي عيني. كراوتش والمأوى. الاختباء في الظلام. شعلة رمادي قبلي. عرق الحمى في كل مكان. عرق الحمى وأنا لا يمكن أن تتخذ. فرع مضاءة في يد أنا خطوة من المأوى بلدي من أجل بلدي الجلد المتقيحة المرضى مع الحاجة إلى الحركة. هم لن قبض على لي. ليس إذا كنت مواصلة التحرك، والمشي، وترك، والدخول. نفس المكان، نفس الغرفة، againaverstop.
أنا أحلم عدن. امشي من خلال مجال قضبان منتصبة. الزنوج لساني فتحة الشرج، بهدوء.
أنا أحلم في عدن الله. يمر الموت هو المتبادل هنا. أشفق على ثلاثة على تخفيف متجهم الوجه بعيدا عن سلامة الطريق. تضحك تlking بهم. على أيدي الأولاد الرأس! يطلق عليه إنهاء الآن إذا كنت القيمة التي أكثر مما أفعل انها مجرد لعبة سخيفة.أنا أكون DRRRREAMING في عدن. أني دعيت يسأل عن ذلك، وأنا لا Rمن MY BAG على ظهري في رأسي وCAN NOT الخروج منه. من فضلك قل لي FAMILY إذILY إذا كنت تسمعني PLEA

bro ARGS are for >>/x/

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What?