At the brink of Prostration
October 18, 2007Impingement of the unspeakable beheading the remaining remnants of past avidity. With shrieks of uncommon wailing spread waveform-liked to unintended cold-blooded-non-responsive-being, yet no relief is found in the midst of teardrop rain. Millions of questions hang by the loosely attached thread of the cerebral and sanity, unanswered. Mayday.
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