"Why u total ghost" - Gronos Jan 8 453 pm
Should have deaded it from genesis. - Metalfingers
9 days. 9 days locked up in the soft, clinical environment of modern, voluntary surrender. Low hanging ceilings in tight hallways with a hard, thin synthetic carpet. Doors on door length metal plated hinges. An assortment of room arrangements for singles and doubles coupled with their bathrooms whether attached or separated. The smells and textures of a cheap hotel but with a medical twist, a sterilization on the highest level. The air quality, a recycled and stale trail combined with the previous attribute, left the house intolerable. Yea, We are very conservative here. One room was different, a room which opens up to a high ceiling and out onto a deck, split between a soft yellow and soft purple wall. Leather cushions on wooden frames. A television. A piano. Magazines. Art supplies for kids but now for us adults. A locked cabinet with movies, games, and art supplies. Patients wandering the uncomfortably narrow pathways lining the therapeutic mind, a procession which moved freely in a vacuum. They faded within these halls, only to find their edges and curves find definition as they moved nearer the staff and the light. At the furthest point lie the voice fragmented into many, voices who willingly surrender evidence to indict themselves in front of the judge and juries. Unlike the voices who find themselves at ease in the mixture of their own judgement and that of others, or the patients who must start with the judgment of others to find their own, the Architect will never come out.
Should have deaded it from genesis. - Metalfingers
9 days. 9 days locked up in the soft, clinical environment of modern, voluntary surrender. Low hanging ceilings in tight hallways with a hard, thin synthetic carpet. Doors on door length metal plated hinges. An assortment of room arrangements for singles and doubles coupled with their bathrooms whether attached or separated. The smells and textures of a cheap hotel but with a medical twist, a sterilization on the highest level. The air quality, a recycled and stale trail combined with the previous attribute, left the house intolerable. Yea, We are very conservative here. One room was different, a room which opens up to a high ceiling and out onto a deck, split between a soft yellow and soft purple wall. Leather cushions on wooden frames. A television. A piano. Magazines. Art supplies for kids but now for us adults. A locked cabinet with movies, games, and art supplies. Patients wandering the uncomfortably narrow pathways lining the therapeutic mind, a procession which moved freely in a vacuum. They faded within these halls, only to find their edges and curves find definition as they moved nearer the staff and the light. At the furthest point lie the voice fragmented into many, voices who willingly surrender evidence to indict themselves in front of the judge and juries. Unlike the voices who find themselves at ease in the mixture of their own judgement and that of others, or the patients who must start with the judgment of others to find their own, the Architect will never come out.
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