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we're the trash in your bed
Posted on August 5, 2016 at 06:04:23 PM by PSYCHEDELiC


“Atlantis is paradise. It actually has a place called paradise. Gold beaches, turquoise water, green jungles, there’s –” His voice was caught in somewhat of a dreamlike tone as he went on about the place he loved to visit most often. Before he could finish off on everything there was to see at Atlantis a very new disturbance occurred he hadn’t been expecting.

Where there wasn’t a horse before, there suddenly was one; she was a little bay mare that’d tripped and fallen in the thick groves of vegetation near them. She’d spilled into their path with all the grace of an infant (none) and was muttering apologies, but all Psychedelic could think of was her face when she’d been falling and how scared he’d been for a minute at the sudden rush of motion.

Kendry was a gentleman, asking her if she was alright as she fumbled; Psychedelic was not. He brayed with laughter, throwing his head back and cackling as his front hooves stomped on the ground in a quick one-two-one beat as if his enjoyment of the situation couldn’t be contained in a polite chuckle. “Oh my god, you ate it!” Another peal of laughter chased the words quickly before he snickered and shook his head. “That was priceless. What a klutz.”


we're the drunken gods of the living dead
WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE, WE'RE THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD


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