Punkt.
This can't be everything. At all.
.
I'm guessing...it can be. But there is no blessing in a disguise. In these days it's more like a conscience in disguise. A masked marauder in the driver's seat. I found an old notebook of mine, cirka 1998. I wrote:
"semi-dispairings, a bullet-burst of those." Wat dat mean?
I can feel it, but can't make any sense of it. Often is that the case.
My old me was such an idiot, most of the time. Disguised as wild mystery. And now my cover is blown. Not a pretty sight. I know not of any good gods. They're all pretentious pricks, secular to none.
I can feel it, but can't make any sense of it. Often is that the case.
My old me was such an idiot, most of the time. Disguised as wild mystery. And now my cover is blown. Not a pretty sight. I know not of any good gods. They're all pretentious pricks, secular to none.
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