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_{it has been    SPRAWLED    out on the cold ground for what feels like hours      –       time,    it has decided,     is MEANINGLESS     &       FLIMSY.          having remained still for so long,     the violator swears it feels the   REVERBERATIONS   of this everchanging realm resonate through the floor     &      through the thick,     black hide that it is clad in.          suddenly it becomes aware of a familiar PRESENCE         –        it shifts only slightly, tilts its head LANGUIDLY,     lazily.           ‘      i      –     ’       begins the cenobite,    monotonous.    ‘    …   am bored.     ’}