Random scribbles, thoughts and ideas cooked up in my mind . Some from memory some well trained obsessions. Some dark, some disgusting, some saintly, some sickening. The regurgitation of my sometimes tired, sometimes stimulated, sometimes dead mind.
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Wednesday, September 4, 2019
SIGNS
It's magic he exclaimed, how did you do that? She gave him one of her seductive smiles, his enthusiasm tickled her like no feather ever had. It's science little one, she cooed. Just science.
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