“Swallow something, canned, frozen, Ungodly festering source. Dragging and kicking and screaming for more, That burns, burns, burns, burns.” – Made Out Of Babies, “Cooker.” “I’m not going to sleep well,” thought Olas to himself. He was sweating through his shirt to the point where peeling it off would take
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“So long as man is protected by madness, he functions and flourishes.” -Emile M. Cioran Move it, now! I shouted as everyone reached the staircase, their ragged breathing and obvious exhaustion did nothing to stop the water that was flooding the lower levels of the building we had taken shelter
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It was a tattered notebook. I’m not sure why I even picked it up. It sat there forlornly on the dock, seeming to stare at me as I stepped off the ferry. It had been a bright red at one point, but water and general exposure had made the coloring
