Artsy Maze Post 3/5

Oh summer! Oh winter! Life! Death! Death again! Then life! That's the cycle, don't wear it in. All depends on the terminverbinverminology. This room, hahaaaaa! Look around you, all the pretty colours! There's grey, black, red, more grey, more black, more red, and a splash of whitewash here and some's there. Plasticine plastered over annals and blood canals. The Odyssey, forgotten and oh my how immortal. But at least Trilby's getting a direct-to-DVD!

When even Borges's sunken gorges he calls his eyes are dramatized and we're soon acclimatized to Cheeseborges-and-fries, that's when you know and then you throw the empyre.

lol look at me guys I'm writing for Archangard and Magreat! Hey I'm Billy Everyblogger. This is so cool lololol. They told me to write something about "introducing the birth of meaning?" Who the hell talks like that, am I right? So hey guys. Hi, how are you guys doing? Hey! I'm Billy! I wrote a blog once, did you know? It was called Fearblog of Fear, Dreams and Sleep and Fear. It was the bomb, Magreat really liked it so he wrote some fanfic once called Blog Without a Fist or whatever, I read it and it was pretty cool. I'm popular now! I'm glad SOMEbody liked my blog, lol, I kinda caused a loud reaction, I mean what is this, an atomic explosion? lol. I guess you could say I *sunglasses* shot the Fear Mythos dead. All part of my plan. I'm a criminal genious, you see. That's what I do now I dropped out of college or whatever it was in order to farther my career as a criminal. And my first target, I guess you could say, was the Fear Mythos itself. The people just can't handle my deep blog about the Slendermen. So anyway hi again, do you readers wanna hang out? I'll be chilling elsewhere in this pyramid if you wanna hang. Church! Right on! Bitch! Let's get outta this joint, the Fear Mythos is too unforgiving to be able to handle our deepness, am I right or am I right? Plus it's dead anyway since I killed it and all. With my gun. That feels important somehow but I dunno. Oh I gotta go, that Shem guy's here and he's with The Feared One.

"billyyouhavetogonowShemishereandheiswithme" said the Feared One in a gutterally low voice.

Alright, alright already! I'm going! lol So anyway see you guys later.

Artsy Maze Post 2/5

Oh summer! Oh winter! Life! Death! Death again! Then life! That's the cycle, don't wear it in. Ah fuck it I can't keep this up.

Hey guys this is Billy Everyblogger writing for Archangard and Magreat. They wanted to make it easier to make this really cool maze they're making so they asked me to write a few posts. And don't worry. Ive hidden them all really well from each other, none of that interconnected stuff. lol. So anyways did I ever tell you guys the story of when I met that Shem guy? It was epic. I won't tell you it now though.

Instead let me tell you about.. DUN DUN DUN (that was wordplay for "dramatic pause") THE MYTHOS OF THE FEAR DELIVERER.

Yeah I got your attentuin now didn't I? "A mythos? For The Fear Deliverer, Slenderman of Fear or whatever it was I said he was Slenderman of?" You know it, N-WORRRRRD! loljk I'd never say n**** I'm white that'd be against the law. But yeah the Fear Deliverer Mythos started a long time ago, this guy called nOWOn or something built a boat and invited all these hot chicks and smooth dudes with him and together they fought the Slendermen. But at that time they weren't called the Slendermen, they were actually Envelopes, and each one of them contained a prized possession of, like, this girl called Mountain or something? Look ngl I have no idea what Magreat was thinking when he came up wit hthis shit. He made so much of it up, that's just bad writing. Between you and me and the buried I'm kind have a better writer than him. But so anyway like this Mountain girl threw her prized possessions into these Envelopes and it was up to nOWOn and his boat semen to open every one of them and imbue them them with the essence, nay the very embodiment, of Slender. And from there the Slendermen were born. But then the Fear Deliverer woke up from his pimped out "FEAR DELIVERY BED," guns blazing and ready to slap a bitch (that part of the story is my detail). And he succeeded! He really did! He was so guns blazing it you'd better call him The 420 Deliverer. But three minutes before he could smoke it up he had to go back to sleep?? Because of some asshole called Buckley. And now we gather around the preverbial fireplace in this graveyard to summon the Fear Deliverer's dad or something. Or maybe we're trying to wake up Buckley? 'Cause Buckley apparently also went to sleep? Or he's going to sleep, probably? I forgot how this story was supposed to end. The point is you're all hear reading my mythos because you're lost in this blog forever.

Imagine that. Lost in a blog forever. Is that even possible? lololololol foreshadowing much?