For months now, something has been haunting my dreams. An army of malformed husks, unnaturally wide smiles carved into their rubbery, misshapen faces, sick pantomimes of human emotions acted out by strange alien beings. A strange ritual of some kind, with pelvises gyrating and legs moving as if they were boneless. I can still hear it, no matter how hard I try; That high pitched, monotoned sound. It reminds me of ringing ears, tinnitus, it’s the kind of frequency that makes dogs whine or that a shadowy government would use to brainwash those who speak against them. And these things… These… creatures… They call it music.
I can still see them whenever I close my eyes.
Please, for the love of God, don’t watch this video. This commercial will never leave you. You’ll hear the music. The bright colors will pierce your vision. You’ll see them.
Even if you don’t want to…
It’ll never stop.
Ī̴̹̹͖̩̮͍̻̘̟̊̏̒͘̚͜t̷͚̰̙͕͂͜͝’̸̦̜̯̦̺̰̝͎͚̾̅͊́̀̓͑̊͂͗͜l̴̡̡̰̞̩͇̟̼͇̚l̷̛͚̺̙̱̘̞̖̜͔͕͗͗̽̆͆̈́̂͠͠ ̶̡̛̫͑̑̾̈́̀̈̀͑̕n̸̞͙̭͈͕͆͌́͛͝ḙ̷̛̙̱́͋̔̓̇̄͆͠v̵̻̜͚̮̫͔̠̈̂̀̈́͌̋̕͠e̴̜̬̰̼̣̳͓̓̇̏̆ͅr̷̢̠̼̺̘̖̼̺̓́̓̋͘ ̸̦̯̄̂̔͘͠s̶̪̑̃̀͗͒̒́̀͠t̵̞̆̂̂̎͌̕͝o̴͚͐p̷̼̦̲̔̿͑͘͝͠ͅ.̴̩̻̮̮̳̹͉̞͂̌͐̊̿̿̚͝͠
@ MemeLords
LEGS ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO MOVE THAT WAY