T'was a swarm of beauty it was

Type C post.

Wrote this last night, just remembered to post it. :V

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Late Night Invasion

I listen to the complex melody, the type of which I seem to be particularly fond of. The song itself may not be a favorite of mine, but it is enjoyable nonetheless. I sit here, late at night, much later than what my parental figures would approve of. I type these words, pondering something I had seen a few moments ago and have tried desperately to "unsee", as the denizens of the self-proclaimed "ocean of piss" of the internet say.

I have tried to "unsee" a rather peculiar image, peculiar in a sense that it was one of very few images I had ever seen that affected me in such a way that prevented me from functioning correctly the moment I saw it. Most images of that sort usually are of a particularly grotesque nature, but not this. This image was unique, in that it was the exact opposite: extraordinarily beautiful. Now, I have seen my fair share of images that showed a beauty rarely seen, but this image radiated. In fact, the aura surrounding the image was too much for me after about a minute, so after desparately trying to recover from seeing such an intense image (and failing miserably) I somehow decided to immediately leave the page containing said image in order to save myself a bit of sanity.

Luckily, I had already taken measures a while ago to forget the image. And while I have somewhat succeeded in forgetting the details, the memory of that radiating aura remains firmly in my mind.

During this typing, I for some reason repeated the playlist of songs I was listening to. It is late, and if the sleeping guard wakes up it will be the end of me (again). But the music is enjoyable, and I cannot seem to finish this. Furthermore, my mind still obsesses over the aforementioned predicament I have somehow put myself into.

If I had some sort of confidante that I could tell all without fear, I would've just told that person my situation instead of pretending to be some sort of Jules Verne or Mark Twain or Dan Brown (oh how culture affects us) or someone similar in typing these words. Sadly, I am a being of great fear and little trust, and it is a frame of mind that is nearly impossible to break without in-person confrontation. So I end these words originally meant to be some sort of non-personal story, and I leave you pondering the madness I have typed for you to see.

Whilst I hurry to escape to my bed before the guard awakens (my father for those of you who need clarification).

Sigmund X

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Haven't done any written Type C stuff in a while. Comment please. ^_^

Oh, and I know this is a Type C post but I gotta mention this: BEATMANIA IIDX 15 DJ TROOPERS IS OUT!! More info either tomorrow or later this week. ^o^

- siggy