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Tue, Apr. 13th, 2004, 07:06 am
Miercoles

The feral child rises and points to the Demiurge like an Irish setter, across an oversaturated hills and sunset they howl to one another. The Demiurge approaches to bite him on the ear...I cannot feign surprise that my chaos protection is born of the nature of order, I knew in my heart that the bringer of order was rollicking eyed boys, was wild women with steak knives, is ______ ______.

Mother, I am far away from everything.