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THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
THE BEGINNING IS NIGH As the evening sun melts into a liquid orange glow, the observant pause. They think they see a secondary light. A vivid circle of pink pulses brightly in the solar aura. "Violent, darkened blood sucked lady." He croons. He loses himself momentarily in the ancient Scorpion pools of his pearly black eyes. He has been thinking of her today. His mission upon her soon begins. Hello, unconscious. I see you lying on the floor. Helpless. Watching the sea fly by


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
A Mari I saw you, but I didn't recognise. I had the chance but I didn't take it. I don't know who you are. Or where you've been. I don't...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
Machine Stop Dreams have faded. The memories have blown away. Visions only remain. Dark spinning masses of faces invented by an amateur...


THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH
What did you eat today? (a message) You will not live forever. Remarkable but there’s no need to remind you. But its really the only...
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