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Still have the shakes

Woke up in a cold sweat, was running from Professor / Confessor Maestro and his Chaos Violin. Harsh notes breaking my teeth and making my hair smell like hot dog water. Ran away on a golden, metallic dog that consumed the monster, but was still shrieking inside, along with the terrible music. Sounds beyond dumb now, but was a night terror at the time. I rarely remember these upon waking.

Originally published at The Scotto Grotto (org). You can comment here or there.

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