Today I am living in a silent film where I know not what reality be in the great scheme of things and wings and I ain't got the power any more, if that's the case than may I ask or should I say then I ask what do you have, why I have the twisted mane on Winston Churchill's destiny to free New Britannia from the Light And Dark and reintroduce my mother, my dog, and my clowns to the lifeless banging on the car hoods of the sinking quicksand of my thoughts.
God, I hate caffeine. I'll be pulling an all-nighter against my will, and I've gotta work at one tomorrow afternoon. FML.
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