A story of true horror wakes only in the minds of the ones not looking. The horror I will tell is of a glass, a glass that never knew the time of day. It sat only as far as the placer would put it. The glass seemed to have a mind of its own despite that. It was filled with a dark water on most days but today it was clean and clear. In this glass sat to orbs bobbing little by little as time went on. The orbs looked almost clear in this glass. It sat in a dark room this glass with the orbs and slowly as the sun came out to greet the next day the orbs turned to see that the orbs were in fact the eyes of the man who would always put the glass in its sitting spot.
anatomy of a fishing rod, anatomy of a fisherman, anatomy of a fish, anatomy of a female reproductive system.
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