In my dream, I'm just a delivery man, bringing bodies to be interred. I flip my truck off the road and have to proceed through the graveyard itself. Mary and the Reaper are fighting in a sepulcher, but he abandons the fight to chase me.
I'm not metaphorically anything. I just needed the money.
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I don't know why I like this.
ReplyDeleteI like it too. All the pressure's off. Just be who you want to be.
ReplyDeleteHm. You saying that and retreading it reminded me of Loki's speech to the humans in *Avengers*.
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