When we’re all sick, our pretend loves stroking coruscated egos, attention to posture
The skeptic charges against the wall anywaythe shots have all been identified…
It is a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing — Shakespeare
Chronicles of Charon
Damn, the Elysian Days are here at last.We have two weeks of longer brighter days…
So, Phlegylas, we both know we need some helpThe rage for passage presses on…