An absolute sweat shop. Do not dare fall under the...

An absolute sweat shop. Do not dare fall under the tyranny of this degenerate internet academy. Your days will be spent scraping away at keys on the keyboard and, your mind will soon turn into a fumigated beehive. As I sat in the shadows of the night filling the space with words suspended by pixels I soon realized that my body was directly in the middle of the spiders web, the spider took its time to tease its victim swaying swiftly around each string like a hammock lying in the south wind of the Aegean peninsula. Soon as the hours disintegrated before me, hours that could not be reclaimed, precious hours given to me in a cornucopia sent from the Virgin Mary mother of God, the brown recluse lifted his body over mine and began to taste my soft pale flesh. The recluse attacked with strategic accuracy and had an acute sense of self indulgence. I stood alone in a digital world like Hercules in his death throes stripping my muscles from my body and scattering them on the floor, screaming up to the heavens for I knew that was truly damned