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"How in the wide world is this possible?!"
He looked behind. He couldn't make meaning of it. He tried as much as possible. He was getting stupid every passing hour there.
He didn't seem to like it of course. It did make him feel as though he was some trained and callous clown. He was just making his heart whatever he did wish it.
He was hoping that he would be able to register the new feeling. He didn't know how to go about that. But he did know that he would figure out soon.
He would make it known to the other parts of his body. He would fill his rage and make known the odds of his being.
He would pull several other motives and be wise. He didn't know if his options were worth what he did have in mind. He knew that sooner or later he would figure out.
He didn't just know how possible or soon that would be. He would try as much as possible. He would sweep all his efforts into a whole.
That should definitely help him. He hadn't needed help ever. He would make do with several other feelings. That was all that did matter.
The monster was yet no where to be be found. He didn't know what was wrong. He couldn't figure out what was wrong.
He did want to make his rage known but what point was there. He did want to try his best. He did want to put in all the things which would make him what he had always wanted to be.
He wanted to have his ways with his emotions, but everything did seem remote. There was nothing he could do about it.
He wished that he would be able to figure out how many other things work. He hoped that he would be able to figure out the motive of the beings.
He did know that he would do all he could. Time would teach him what was next for him. He wasn't a forgetful learner of course.
He would do all his best. He would make everything worth it. He did know how to go about that. He had been trained by the wiles of time and had made his mark.
He would tarry for as long as possible then make the remaining odd known. Things would be put in place. He was more than glad.
He knew that he should be sorting the recent feeling. He was becoming more of bigger deal. He couldn't make himself register the odds. He was trying as much as possible.
He would put up with the remaining odd. He would make the stance known. He wanted to fill the remaining vacuum which had been dug of course.
He had no idea how he was supposed to go about that. He did know that he was supposed to figure things out.
He did know that he was supposed to make the things what they were. He would do that of course. He was only trying to be the one who would be responsible for the whole thing.
He didn't want to be the one only though. He needed the monster to be too. He needed him to feel what he was feeling.
He didn't know if he was selfish for nursing such thought. He couldn't really be sure. He did really wish that he would be. He was trying all he couldn't.
He was making all he could known. That was all that he was trying to do. He would fill and fill till things would take a new turn. He would then have his way.
He looked around. Even the serpent was no longer there. He didn't know if twas some planned work. He wasn't so sure about it.
He was just a plague of being. He had become chaff. He had become the limbs of the maize blown to and fro by the rage of the wanky winds.
He did want to do a lot about it. He did want to figure out what to do, but he didn't know what choice he was left with.
He did hope that he would then have his rage placed on the right platter. He didn't know if that was the right feeling of course.
He was just hoping that things would take a new turn. That was the feeling he could ever have. He did know that twould of course. He knew that all he just needed was the time to think.
He wanted to severe his thoughts into particles. He did know that he didn't have time for that. He would figure out what to do later.
He knew that that was not the best time for sieving his options. He would use some other moments for it. He was sure about that.
He tried to dump all the thoughts and concentrate, but his mental Ken leased something he couldn't ignore.
He did wish that he would be able to ignore. He did wish that he would be able to have his way with it. He didn't know what he was supposed to do.
He only needed to figure out. He did remember that he couldn't find his name amongst the new poets. He didn't know if that was right.
Even if twas right, was there anything he could do. He didn't know what that would be. He didn't know what the new poets were.
He didn't know what the requirements for having them placed were. He was more than sure that those were not the only poets who had lived.
He knew that some selective stance had been inflected. He didn't want to be too dismissive. He knew what he wanted.
He knew how to go about it. He would figure out what he was supposed to do. He didn't know how long twould take.
He would figure out of course. That was the best thing he would ever do. That was the best thought he could ever have. He was sieving.
He couldn't arrive at a sane option. He didn't know if he had been right with his ideologies and perception. He wanted to figure out how things were working.
He wanted to figure how things had been and would be. He didn't know if that was what was expected of him. He didn't even care about what was expected anymore.
He only needed to figure few things out. That was all that was his contention. And of course he would do just that.
He would make the odds known. He would teach his rage the remaining art he was striving to learn. He didn't know if he could give what he didn't have.
He didn't know if he could put in place what he didn't know. He would make up with the odd.
He would try as much as possible to fill the pain and dress the foils. He would paint his feelings. He did know quite the numbers of things he would do.
He had tried to figure them out but he was skeptical if he would have enough time to access them. He didn't know if he would have enough time to execute them.
He didn't know why he did feel that so urgent. Well, probably his Instinct was bent on the need to feed him a bowl of numb rage. He didn't know what to think.
For the first time, he allowed himself to be instructed by the numb nature. He did know that he couldn't had ignored.
He did know that he couldn't had stepped off the deal. He was just trying as much as possible. That was the best thing he could do.
He looked around where he was. When he had used that door. He was actually forced to do so of course, but he would bring that into his hypotheses. He didn't need it.
There was nothing he was going to do about it. Probably there would be be something. He didn't know what to think anymore.
He didn't know what to feel anymore. He would only figure things out and act. He did think that as the best option he could ever had.
He didn't know how true that was. He would try as much as possible to register the feeling. He would make known his rage. That was all that did matter to him. He resumed the new thought.
He was standing before an endless water. He was yet at the depth of the water. He could see several sea creatures in sways several miles away.
He did know that he would never wish to have an encounter with any of them. He had never and would never wish himself that.
He didn't know what to wish anymore. He had no idea where he was.
But his contention was the fact that, how was it possible to had left a room which did have a fence for another room, only for him to meet himself in the heart and dainty depth of the ocean?
He didn't know what to do with that feeling. He hoped that he would be able to figure out.
That was the best thing he could hoped for. He had a creak behind him and turned.