Ahhh To Wake, Perchance To Live . . .

The Return Of The Black Dog


How shall we be at last,

life without memory, future without past?

By small degrees, by small indiscretions, by small betrayals.

The agency ringing with myriad and subtle details.

And quivering with terrible stratagems pursue.

With embracing limbs of fleshy slumber ensue.

Limply lay we down to repose in the soporific place.

Our dreams to fall insensible and we deign to self efface.




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- Mng

Evil Clown

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- Litotes The Clown

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