Goldfish goes on a murder spree

a decapitated head with some orange thing in its ear has a cloud saying "PoOT" behind it.

NO. (just no)

guy says "NiCe" while watering a flower thats a flower pot with petals

The court of the three elder eyeballs discern that they want a puppet. The pickle presents itself. Aren't we all puppets?

She lost her eye. Was her eye ever there? DO WE EXIST? Clothes are not neccessary. Her blond hair is yarn. We are dolls. There are no gods.

They cry to their gods "Flood the Nile!!". They pile in the empty river bank. They do not exist. The y d n ot o etsix, h oxx es ti o

We all have our demons. In the form of parasites. Right behind you. In a place you'd never want to see nor think of. Not again.

"Drink it. Drink the cyanide." The void insisted. The box attached itself to the mans neck. What is this?! W H A T IS T H I S??!?!?!?!??!?!

"WHY DID YOU CREATE ME. I SUFFER. I CANNOT LIVE." The pink lump of flesh shaped into a cylinder with hairs at the top cried.

In death, he is beautiful. His shell of a body is rotten, but the flower growing from his forehead insists. We all rot one day.

The yellow cube threatens to shank you. But we are already rotting. We are all already marked for death. Life is an illusion.