Tomorrow Nights Dream
Dummy ... paranoid survivor substance ... abuse, leave it in the garden. I sit ... I feel ... I am naked in the forest. Dilute! Diluted! Tiny mirrored dancers, naked and provocative sprinkling metal shavings behind your eye lids. Suddenly! Being chased by a praised cult, thier fierce leader sweats and sips warm milk. ..
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