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GORDON
I saw him standing there in the doorway, all glittery black and seeping oil from the corners of his eyelids. Color bars beamed from every open orifice and sounds of static hissed in the air around him. He seemed to be coated in some kind of melted plastic–melting plastic… he continues to drip with every passing second. His limbs jittered …
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