Snake Oil For Free: For Those Who Can Speak To The Dead Only
The deep end seems to be be closer than you think, and I alone seem to hold the cure.
Every man, woman and child, shreik in horror as I call shenanigans on the realities of the natural world.
I need the complications of a supernaturally charged exsistance.
I'm through with the sterile, white, scientific reasoning.
And with the right magic words, illusion is now the reality.
I believe. Because I choose to believe.
"Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now."
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