08-05-2020, 08:27 PM
Worm was there. Silent and unmoving.
Something in him had begun to spoil.
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"the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way."
- MAG 032
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