AnniversariesTen years ago I lived in a different city where the default personality of my acquiantances and co-workers was largely incompatible with my own. Today I sit in a bar singing karaoke with strangers more or less accidentally and it seems a...
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September 17, 2011 |
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Eve of the poisoned apple has crimson lips to be bitten and crisp white flesh that tastes of Death and the sweetness of her ruin If you were to cut her in two at the center her heart would be a pentagram a magic older th...
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September 17, 2011 |
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