Winds howl and the open lights come upon a face so lined with worry and stress it seems as if the world is falling and nothing really matters nothing really matters anymore; lost in this stream of conciousness brings closer and closer the destruction of the subhuman and evil mind which tires the mind waves to fall into a deep slumber and the show just falls falling upon stone steps and stone minds and stone hearts. are we all stone? stone stone stone the wind howls as it whips my hair in my face whips the curl in my cheeks and i miss the way things used to be and miss the things could have been and what it all will be. im anxious for the spiral down of the wind and the quiet whispers it will now have to endure when i start ignoring my existance and the problems in the world.
welcome to the stream. you have been warned.
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