THE GLASS HOUSE

psychotic-symptomatology:

͖̟̯͈̟W̖̠͙͈̓̀ͮ̈͛ͤ̈́͝ḙ̛͚̠͖̮̳̏̀ͩ̈͒ͪ͠’ͮ͊ͫͫ҉͍̳̺̥́r̟̿ͭ̓̌̇ͪ͛͊ę̖̘̼͕̬̹̞̽̃̊̃̉̇ ̂͡҉̥͈ḭ̷͖̳̻̳̜̓ͪ͘͟n̝͙͍͍̙̬̰͆͢s̩͚̘̯̜͔̥͇̭͋ͣͨi̲͓̣͈͍͍̪̞̒̓͛̔̋ͥ͋̚d͓̲̱̜͈̝̹̹́̎̍ͨ̀̉̽͌e̸͕̠̺͋ͅ ̵̨̲̦̾̄̽̂̉̐̚t̠̰͈͍̝̲͕̄̄ͨ͝ͅh̦̤̪̐̄̀ͤ͌͜e̵̴͉͙̘̫̟̮̲̐̾͋̆ͣ͐̎ ̼͕̾̈̑ͬ̒ͥ̏ͩb̢͎̲͉̰̩͓̟̘̬̿̅͛̃ͥ͢͝o̝͓͑̐ͩ̂͑̐ͮd̩͚̋ͩ̃y̛̠̫ͩ̊̅̄̈͆̿̍̅́ ̪͇̊͆̀͌̆̚.͎̲͇͈̲̗͉̻͇̎̆͋̄ͬͣ̃͛̀̕͘

Let’s dance at the party at the glass house.
A house in the shape of a green ball.
Lights shoot outward from its glass walls
from the thousands of candles lit inside.
The dancers are dressed in their party finery.
Gowns for the women.
Tuxedos for the men.
Dance and dance around the
glass statues on the dance floor.
Statues that eerily resemble live people.
If you look outside, you can see dancing
in the gardens by the moonlight.
Come and join them.
They look real don’t they?
THE DEAD GAME