Willem Indigo
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I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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“Why is that the consensus—It just started out of nowhere. Why won’t you believe me?!” . Content Warning.
I couldn’t help my training. Garth was a walk-in at first, seeing my door during his lunch hour, and then came back an hour later after I got an end-of-the-day cancellation. He called his sudden ailment just shy of an emergency room event. The full nights of sleep he was accustomed to hadn’t changed; however, he exclaimed that it was now becoming part of the problem. Also, he tried St. Elizabeth’s ER first and was quickly turned away as they disagreed. I was inclined to agree with them; he didn’t seem the dramatic type to fabricate trauma for attention. Like all my patients, I made him start from the beginning.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Horror
Medicated Indy 500
In the fold tenfold since that drug fell out of the mold, you know the one. Raging buoyancy to hit every bend in the blood river, open forum to discuss the joined decorum deepening the chasm. Living in a head, half imaginative ass-kicker, never unarmed, half gore-demanding throwback phantasm. Handsome sum for the scars testing my lucidity, an infinity a stake with a measly 102,317 large lexicon in a humble-braggadocios estimation. Drawn to a level of certainty bequeathed at gunpoint or however you spell semantics. Fool God of antics. Frantic over everything, Spice Rack is a knife collection.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
Last Minute before my Excommuncado . Content Warning.
Pablo shoots Rick, his body hits the floor, and Lady Sunshine is taken aback by the mess. He’s not closing out his current call, most likely to sear in the point, no more interruptions; our lives continuing was unnecessary, and the discussion was not open. I hated the guy, but he left me no choice, leaving me to die on a few cases, so consider me living in the moment; Lady Sunshine couldn’t utter a single word through her gritting teeth and pinched lips. Now that I think back, he was loopy for her control style since her concoction removed all other ties, family included. Impossible to believe she ever cared about anyone’s demise except the gunman to her left staring at the growing blood pool. Pablo’s misinterpretation of her wide-eyed lip twitch put his focus on an anecdote I’d heard similarly before from another power-hungry type with a flare built into their murderous lectures. Since my version has a litany of extra details that would further incriminate me, I didn’t need to think about the task she signaled in her judgmental side-eye meant for my tired sighs.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Humor
