I'm in the future. Like hundreds of years in the future. I've been dead for centuries.
Oh, lovely, you're a cheery one aren't you?
Oh, lovely, you're a cheery one aren't you?
Thursday, June 05
The End Is Nigh
The sky in Sydney is red. The colour of a bowl of water that you've been using to clean a freely bleeding wound.
Kind of cool, actually.
The sky in Sydney is red. The colour of a bowl of water that you've been using to clean a freely bleeding wound.
Kind of cool, actually.
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