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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Stare Into The Void and Chill?

The other night I was at the cemetery in my usual spot, draped placidly over a tombstone feeling empty, thinking about the nothingness of existence, when a ghost appeared before me. She took me back to her place where we talked about the ineluctable qualities of death, listened to obscure spookwave bands, and had silent emotionless sex. Afterward, I went home, existed for a few hours, and went to sleep.

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