dont fuck with my mind cant derail time as each moment collides into the next slow motion evidence of inner corrosion if your mind cant fly they point their holier than thou fingers

Pity is wasted on the dead As are the token flowers That weren’t forthcoming, When the dead were living... So cry no sad goodbyes... Moreover! Mourn only just... a little! ... {While...}

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Chapter 11 ‘Funny feeling’ – Reef.

There was a simple way to say it,

A late afternoon spent hiking in the hills around the aqueduct outside of Tarragona, Spain.