In a turn of event I have noticed the screaming in the corner. I can not silence her I can not quit. It has gone to far now and there seems to be no turning back. I took the photos and turned them into jpegs. You took the image and fuck it into art. I hope you are happy. I hope you are alone. I hope you sit in the dark and realize no one is home. I feel you uncertainty. I sense you tribulation. The millennium of crusade have now turned back on you.
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