I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Monday, May 22, 2017
5.22
Why, wisp, will I follow? Slapdash, you slither insanely, a silvery slanting indecent snake. My grunting, ingenious growth groans and lags you, a golem of gradual gains. Leave me, lover. I fail you.
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