no, i'm not gonna recite the bloody song.
no, i'm not gay
fuck you
" the chair lounges languidly, the small creaks of its occupant soothing it somehow. he smiled, staring out into the distant panorama before his window of the smog beaten city below. the sick fumes coiling up to the sky like the hands of supplicants, crying in fervor for more, give me more.
yet it all seems so nice and peaceful to a child, so sweet and debilitating. so real..."
-Ethliss
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