May 27th, 2025 / µ

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You never heard them during the daytime, but you could hear their screams at night. But this was the land of indifference, so no one cared that kids were invisible and the nights were filled with screams.

The old men stood outside the house they didn't live in, having one more conversation about the little girl and their own genitals, of which they were always in awe.

The little girl lived in the house, but she was never seen; however, she could be heard screaming at night, just like the little boy in the house of Mommy Black-Eyes. But now Mommy Black-Eyes and her loud screams were gone, and the screams you heard were little screams in the still of the night. And the only people you saw were old men coming out of the basement, like rabies-infested rats creeping out of the gutter.

Out they came amongst their loyal subjects of Nowhereville, who loved them, who praised their madness, and gladly gave them their children as offerings. The hoards of the suburbs of indifference and shady bribes were loyal to their kings.

And the old men were truly kings of the shady quarters, of the dirty sidewalks, and of the suburbian gutter! They were the conquerors of hearts and minds among the cruel and stupid, among the green-eyed devils, and among the bitches of the backyards. Because this was the land of sick men and invisible children, of indifference and shady bribes, and in such lands, no one questions a monster because to the depraved and corrupt monsters are kings!

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