looking inside a shattered glass, peering thru unknown paradise where faith stumbles and fall, fast, undecisive and deadly. Creatures, matured-looking zombies licking their own reflection of gruntness, peeling their absence of time. Constraint upon millions of blocks of their contagious deficiency. What is in their world that attracts you? Is it the smell? the taste? the roughness? the sin? the naked body of a lady with a head of a man? I may never know, but you seem so happy with them. Goodluck!
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