pandora's boxes litter my reality. specters of my past, slapping me with details of despair. i want to sleep. i am alone.
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silverrevolver:
As am I, being alone is like playing with volitile chemicels, the reaction is unpredicteble.
kundalini:
Winged demons rush out the box much to Pandora's shock. Take one by the tail, wrestle it from the air and make love to it.