zombiefox

Forgiveness and Eternal Refuge. It's time, it's time!

I'm terribly bored with everything right now.

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I stare at ceaseless black cremains with bits of silver bone and tooth. Childhood was a parade of open caskets of people I did not know or care to know. A steady shower of ash and dirt blanketed everything; piled so high you could not tell a grimace from a smile, or the living from the dead. Even the sun is blotted out.

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My hands smell like bleach and i have an ammonia hangover.

It's strange how much I love to clean considering I hate to clean.

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The wicks burned, flickered and smoked with every breeze. Slow tears of wax dripped onto the table. Pila pinched out the flames one by one. They sizzled and glowed, and the wisps of smoke disapeared into the dark.

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