I get put in a corner.

I feel quite safe there.

It overlooks the whole room, my spot.

Everything seems to have a continuing calm pattern.

The sounds and the movements.

15 people sitting still, 3 people moving randomly, yet not.

They move randomly but are guided by written notes by the 15.

The three move quickly, cause you know.. how else

would they have the time to visit every household in one night?

They dissapear with a cheer.

The 15 stay put, but now in a more severe state, joy.

The joy of ripping things appart, and revealing it's bleeding insides.

Comsumtion in it's brightest form.

The unrapping is done, so what now?

Thanks must be given, so the 15 quickly move.

Move, and meet with loud happiness.

But hey.. look there, one person is still staying put, unable to move.

Cause all she sees is a former pattern going out of control.

She sees hysteria.

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