Epider and His Shiney Glass Window

There is a photo frame bleeding from the nose, speaking from rotten nostrils of one of the 12 figures contained beneath the glass. Honosty inbetween the dogears speaks for the frame, "Don't forget what's a long time off as a spider wishes to be buried when its time comes." My weekend is the next two days. He lied on his32 inch waist to someone making 6 figures and told him he was swamped so he could not have the appointment. But next time, surpise! Starpalms of jewels, deadend. Epider says, "There is no truth, only you and what you make the truth." They all look the same to me, yary... It's hard to think on my head. What a strange mixture of jellicals. Trajix there's never been a cabity, no secrets nothing there. This is a narsist day screamin' come downstairs, it belongs to the people all the time. That sweet man, how could he come to exist? Did he have a mother and a father and did they spend their oneshot lives together? Epider never told a lie, but I don't know which one he is. He thought we'd never find him. But this isn't the truth, this is a lie. One of the 12 figures beneath the glass is a hub for the collective-consious of the remainded 11. Epider left in the morning believing that they were all alive.

The End.