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Been playing with FL Studio for like an hour, and this is what I have come up with.

I like making music.

So, every time I went to my Pictures folder, I keep overlooking this folder. I have my Art folder, Avatar Folder, Signature folder, Banner folder, Desktop folder, Sprite folder and… My Crab folder.

The Crab folder, I never really notice. I never pay it any attention, and I just go to whatever folder I went there to use.

Today, however, the strangeness of the fact it’s there caught me. I entered the folder.

There is one image.

I will save it to my phone and whenever I get the chance, I will copy it to people’s computers in a folder named Crab, positioned in a random location, but not so random that they will never come across it.

I may or may not put with it a text file titled THE TIME HAS COME, which inside details a list of commands.


I pinch with brittle teeth.
I horrify you, terrify you.
Push on me and I will shatter.

Stand in line, two rows up each side. Wait your turn, he alternates between the ques. When you’re at the front, step up, hands cupped. Wait for him to hand you your bread, eat it, bow, giving the cross. Bottom, top, left right. Father, son, holy spirit. Turn away to your side of the pews, drink wine if you want, don’t if you don’t. Back to your seat, wait for the prayer.

I haven’t gone to church in two years, yet I can still recite the communion. Drilled into my head from the 14 years of church every week. Catholic practice, we have communion every week.

I gave up religion a long time ago, but this is what bugs me.

God is still there, hanging over me. I can’t shake the feeling, I can’t convince myself that, given all sense and proof against his existence. All the fitting comparisons comedians have made and the most intelligent people on Earth have stated. I still can’t unbrainwash myself.

I want to give up God, but no. I don’t have a choice, God exists to me, and I hope for heaven. It’s there, and I’m struggling to find a way to convince myself that death is just darkness.