Snake Oil For Free: For Those Who Can Speak To The Dead Only
2009-07-08, 4:51 a.m.

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.
Maybe I should destroy the universe and start over.

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."
-John Lennon

Do nothing

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