Part of the Insaneboy conversations. This one is as follows:
me: omg Insaneboy: ? me: sensory overload. I am sitting at the edge of your bed, looking at you, my mouth half open, eye wide. almost speechless. Insaneboy: very MUD. me: shut up me: my mouth is closed. Insaneboy: so whatchya think huh huh uhuh me: im still wide eyed staring at you. yar i mean i know there way more to you than a random sense of humor and mindless typed talks... uhhh.... Insaneboy: check the song check the song me: its madness, i can hear video games effects in the background omg Insaneboy: you used to watch Sabre Riders? me: and the star sherrifs! Insaneboy: so you get the beauty of the song then me: omg yess <3 Insaneboy: have the song on repeat time to sleep me: ok. the darkness is your friend and it is honest and reliable. Insaneboy: darkness isn't my friend we're just... playmates. the non playboy kind Insaneboy: as long as it's not just random phrases stiched together profound sounding like like Simon & Garfunkle lyrics me: cucucuchu mrs robinson Insaneboy: actually my "prose" as you call it was inspired by S&G's song me: Im still sitting at the edge of your bed btw. gonna leave now. Insaneboy: Frightning i might actually turn to look i did. you're not there. scariest typo evar