All Again
by Dibbs
What is the watchtower? A home for broken souls and people of the sorts. Are we all just uncanny transceiver unwinding their timely death. I was a shadow, my friend. More frankly a phantom, of a past pattern. Why am I working so late, on organizing things that I first wished mysterious and vague yet full of attention and detail. Maybe a freak monkey in a suit, I can light candles myself you devilish heartless **** child. Use your damn mind, stop just waiting for a brat to need saving from deaths hand and the preview of sickness.
Are you fascinated with your lion den? Have you figured yourself a loony or a rickshaw an old western tune stuffed up the barrel of magnum.
Always continue on
A universe section #85
Are you fascinated with your lion den? Have you figured yourself a loony or a rickshaw an old western tune stuffed up the barrel of magnum.
Always continue on
A universe section #85
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