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the streets are distorted and strange
There is nothing left for me there, except for all that I left behind
A scheme is not a vision
When living we have need of Death
Every note whispers your name
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
Speeding through the desert I found a fire I'd forgotten
This is the time. The time was now. And now is then. This was the time.
humped pelican crossing
go home
my dead body
Death Walks Behind You
Tender Lumplings Everywhere: The 2018 Halloween Horrorquest
In the city, silence is no longer silence but the memory of a noise
Replaceable Parts
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am
When in doubt, choose wings not shoes
He is so heavy when he whispers
strange
Death
they couldn’t speak at all; so used to disuse were their tongues
October 22, 2018
dirty old town
and I wished you well as you cut me down
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