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bob

bob. the janitor clean, too clean so clean he is translucent freaky but he never cleans only himself so my floors are always dirty and my walls are getting mouldy damn it, bob.

the fight

the humans so small insignificant puny weak yet,   there is a charm to them, when they get up from a fall keep continuing   they do not see us we watch, waiting for something anything

we run

we run. our hearts pounding as our footsteps fall into place just as it was decreed   you can never outrun fate but we try reaching, always to the end as we crash to the ground never enough never complete always searching