As if finality improved authenticity. I suppose as far as argument enders go, death is for winners. The darkness of space is no match for my mood these days. The dead stars light the way to colder, further, places.
I had a dream last night about slightly used Lolitas and sparing someone's feelings. A few other weird things not appropriate for the internet.
The main office of my apartment complex looks like it just mainlined the holidays and bloodily puked Christmas.
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