"Life follows a series of predictable patterns. Very little changes. One person drops out of the story and another will take their place." ₪ - ⚡ - ¿ - ✂ - ⚖ - ø - ◑ [artist]
Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels
But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean
Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost
Speed up to the precipice And then slam on the brakes Some people crash two or three times And then learn from their mistakes
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost
USHAHIN
A conundrum. As someone with the ability to travel into other people's minds and dreams, Sans regards Ushahin with no small amount of wariness and perpetual judgment for the flippancy with which he regards those barriers of the neurological and psychological nature. Despite this, since learning that Ushahin can no sooner control or switch off his power than he can walk on water, Sans's previously heavy judgment on the other man's use of his powers has eased somewhat.
For now, Ushahin intrigues him. He's not willing to forgive the man for trespassing upon his mind, particularly as he continues to do so despite Sans's manifold warnings that he cease and desist. But still, there are certain peculiarities that remain interesting to him, and curious cross-universal constants that seem to have Ushahin thinking they could be linked.
ushahin.
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[artist]
Some things you do just to see
How bad they'll make you feel
Sometimes you try to freeze time
'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here, but all is lost
Speed up to the precipice
And then slam on the brakes
Some people crash two or three times
And then learn from their mistakes
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave
Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave
Long black night, morning frost
I'm still here, but all is lost
For now, Ushahin intrigues him. He's not willing to forgive the man for trespassing upon his mind, particularly as he continues to do so despite Sans's manifold warnings that he cease and desist. But still, there are certain peculiarities that remain interesting to him, and curious cross-universal constants that seem to have Ushahin thinking they could be linked.