frayer rubbish

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She can feel the hollow point of the long thing tube peace her arm. must be time to top up the poision, she thinks.
right on que the feeling of cemicals racing to embrace her blood stream. her body thrasses against the strong binds holding her down more by rembered patten than atual need.

"Now now my dear all be over soon. Have you fixed and back in your loving fathers embrace." to frayer the good doctors voice seamed even more twisted than the world curently painted in blue cold clourers.

She dose not bother try ing to skream, long ago her toung was cruley replacerd by a thick serpent sleeping there. the sepent, seth she think is name is. refuces to play nice. loling about like a gold fish in air.

frayer closes her eyes. soon they will try the shock again. not like it ever stoped her before being.....

oh yes broken. the one, oh cold boring face, horrable taste to him. frayer did not like his taste. he had told her she was broken, mad, off her rocker. this was why she was back.

it has suprised the very privet clinic for the mentaly chalanged. its a lonny bin for the most posh people she childed herself. well they was suprised when she walked up to the gates. normaly it was one of the famoly cars that bought her. as she fought to get away. that was till she hid. 'your broken' his words cut her almost as much as rhyan look had. she was only trying to help.

"fix me." she had skreamed while shadows danced about the bilding. it did not taste nice. how could it with the wonderus expromental cures they was trying out. smart talk for we do what we like.
wraiths probaly was tied to the stark wight halls. snow had more varation then her curent cell.

there cure was not working, frayer still felt difrent. so the drugs did not help. but still. would the man with the voice but she could never rember his name, ever care what she was going throgh. hell the walk to the laberinth was like a picknick to this hell.

Cold cold, fuck me you bastareds iced that, water drenched her retrined form. Mark do you know about mind?
no mark's to bizzy the spider told her. He is to bizy saving the world. oh was all frayer could say.
Had she rembered to set up the bank orders to dribble moneys into ... oh were they worked.... who was they.
Danel she howled.

did the small new one get his lessions she had inrupted, gorn to the circus. yes she was ment to go there.

dancing nimphs swayed to the music while facless people watched. srians sang beutifule crule words, "frayers mad, she a loop its sad, frayers mad, tryed to brake the web at last."

they will not come, who? what was she looking for? why?

so so tired, her body still cramping for the flows of ac curent throught them.
sleep.

another day. tomorrow i will be sane. another day tomorrow i will walk in sun.

Mark.... she reaches out. Then the tought of danced off in a swerl of leaves and amber.
do the amnei of london care.

time ticks past counted only by the people shif changes unoticed by frayer, just another poor soul.