No Illusion Shatters
All that separates us right now is a sleepy daze, a whimper, and the ever slowing penjulum of REM. I can't believe that the fifth year slid into place a simply and quietly as Nixon over our heads like a cross.
" ... meat eating orchids forgive no one just yet."
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