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"I have a pudding-core heart or something like that", a little thought from back then. Pudding child keeps chocolate flavour in a jar and in its body. It sneaks another jar from the in-between shelf into its room to summon the elves to its bloom. Somthing shimmers in the core and we don't know what it is for and here there is nothing, nothing to be scared of. Pudding child's best friends sit on the window sill in pretty little pots. They tell the best stories and sing funny song, all so much fun.
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At Night
02:37
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When it is dark and pudding child is sleeping a shadow sneaks into its room. Somone feeds its friends with gasoline while they are sleeping too. With every sip of gasoline that the plants take in pudding spreads out from the core closer to the skin.
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Pudding overflows, it breaks out of the shell. Covers its friends the plants, the fields as well. Spreads without end, over the world it fell. And from the pudding floor grows a forest of plants they shimmer and glow with magic/gasoline in their branches, shimmer in transparent flow like ghosts in small hands. The trees and all the denizens of the magical ghost forest sing a protection chant, make it warm inside the chest. A loving place to rest.
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Protection Chant
01:03
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'No one can harm you while we are around. We avert all the evil with our sound.'
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The body, it calls back. Someone ran out of gasoline. The pudding slithers back into the core, slowly. it carries with it the ghosts and black gasoline, the mixture coming back up from the floor into the body, into the core. With an empty room and ghosts in its head pudding child will no longer feel dead.
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Creature Gasoline
04:33
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From fuel inside a creature grows, can take care of all the pudding and ghosts. The ghosts whisper quiet things, pudding child runs to where they sing. With pudding before its eyes and no more place to hide pudding child sees real plants, kills them because they dont dance, kills them because they said so. The ghosts thrive, wobbling on pudding ground, with creature gasoline nurturing them all around. The ghosts whisper quiet things. Pudding child runs to where they sing so it wont have to feel that gasoline is real and its fins sting.
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Butterknife and Everything
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IT - ZOO (YHT 2006)
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