Friday, May 26, 2023

. . .fool. (final)

 





























3 comments:

  1. All senses dulled, reason forgotten, in the now, as if yesterday never happened and as if tomorrow never will. They have just a heightened sense of what is within them, their raging pulse, their ragged breathing, the sweet release of urination, it's comforting flood of warmth a counterpoint to the gnawing acid storm raging inside them, with nothing but the iron taste of their own blood in their mouths.

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  2. Oh my - that standard is so cool. Interesting masks. Well played sir.

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  3. I like the tribal and ritualistic vibe a lot.

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