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I am nonsense. For nonsense is nonsense.... Unfaithful, unyielding, annoying, yet feeling the urge to pummel you. Yet not...a care if u declare a bout of eternal solitude. The darkness of my heart do ache as it searches for a means to shake these shackles that bind the soul so hard that not even an eternal libido can save. Yet all there is to say that there is nothing to do but play. For the soul doth not know what that soul should crave. For it comes when it wants and yields to what it loves. THE SLEEPER in WORLD WITHOUT SOUND. Warning First section of chapters contain sex and disgruntling topic of genitals... skip to volume 2 chapter 2 to avoid it.... This story is rated 18+. Statistics Overall Score .star-1962-overall-896aec9040034d35a03a03c21a599c6f:after{ width: 43.5416% } Style Score Story Score Grammar Score Character Score Total Views : 40,300 Average Views : 2,121 Followers : 22 Favorites : 9 Ratings : 3 Pages : 64 Advertisement Go to Table of Contents Mark as Not Interested Follow Favorite Read Later Fiction breaking rules? Report Advertisement Author Fission Drink