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Random First Lines:This is one little poetic observation of what might be called the greatest riddle of all.
I was getting nothing done one night, and I was... » Read
Itâ€™s hard to think back on what is normal. I honestly believe that nothing is anymore. I think we were tricked into these â€˜normalâ€™ habits, until they came. They came to open our eyes. The Angels, thatâ€™s what they called themselves. Thatâ€™s what they called...
Novel | Updated Sep 1, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A one man show I'm putting on at the Annex.