The Four Stoned Heads
He thinks so, but is it really?

I looked over in a terrifyingly joyous manor, and gawked at the four benign heads stairing me down in unison. It was all too sureal, with the dim blue light shining off the drops of rain that soaked their skin like leather. The master of the heads tilted to it's left as a pompous smile broke loose. The others followed in some sort of tightly fashioned delay. What the fuck, you've got four fucking heads, and they seem to be glowing blue. "Holy shit man! Ha!" I let out thoughts with laughter unaware. "Woah! Did that just happen?" Enough questioning reality, I'd rather stair at this huge flashing spider.

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