I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Sunday, November 3, 2019
11.3
There is a small, tub-like cactus in front of me. I am very much taller than it. By the time I die, I will still be taller than it, but this round, yellow-spined cactus will still be here, and I will not. I don't know what that says.
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