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tragic our lives are tragic, starving artists overlooked die in poverty they are buried as paupers - then - too late - gain cult status our lives are...

The sun was setting. They had reached a stretch of desert. She wasn’t familiar with any deserts in the area. Groups of people were gathered in circles across the stretch as several black cars dotted their outlines. Some looked to be around her age. Older ones seemed to stay close to the cars. "Excuse me?" she asked a woman with long grey bushy hair. "How do I get to-" "Follow your instructors kid and join one o' the circles," the raspy voice said as the woman lit up another cigarette.

People only see what you want them to see, that's the problem with psychosis you are convinced that people see what you don't want them to see, it's...

Black dog on the skyline ridge in the flat grey afternoon, soundless in the hills going south. Padfoot mimicking the walker on the gravel path at the...