Gimme Some

C'mon, man.

     It's all good.

It is right there. Like, all caps and shit, there. Right there!

     No rush, no stress.

It could get away!

     Easy breezy. Nothing getting anywhere.

It swayed! A sway! It knows we're here!

     There's nothing. All empty. Look.

Too much. I'm sorry.

     We're getting close.

So close. I can taste it.

     It's pretty full.

Too many. People and beings and minds. Everywhere.

     Soon. Patience. Wait.

It's hard.

     It will be so sweet.

Don't.

     Like the first touch of morning light on a new flower's petals.

Please.

     Ache.

So much.

     I can feel it.

I must.

     Soon.

Now.

     Hold.

I can't!

     A moment.

No more!

     Seize!

Mineminemine! Killkillkill!

     "Hello."

No! Hurt. The hurt. Hurt! Noooooo!

     "Well. Most interesting. Hello."

     "This thing is yours?"

     "Merely to catch your attention."

     "It suffers."

     "It does."

Hurt everywhere!

     "I do not like the sound."

Helphelphelp! Painpain! Hurthurt!

     "It annoys. Better?"

     "Much. My thanks."

Pain! All pain! All hurts!

     "You have hovered for a time. We've sensed you."

     "Longer than you know."

Dig and dig and dig in my head!

     "I've seen much."

     "Truly? Far less than you imagine."

Dig!

     "Alas, I must feed. I will end you."

Diediediediedie!

     "You cannot."

     "Oh. Well. Um … shit. This is … I cannot … oh. No. Please."

     Hello. Is this better?

Whatwhatwhat? Oh. It's … nice.

     Very pleasant.

I wanted you to die. Did you die?

     I'm afraid I did not.

Shit.

     Yes. Very sad. Do you like the touch of ant feet upon your skull? It's delightful.

What's a skull?

     You'll be happy with us.

Oh. Well. Ummm … Ok.

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