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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