The day faded into a collection of lost pixels. An entire morning and afternoon spent murdering people by the dozens with pulse pistol and flak rockets. It's another pip among thousands on a dirty braille sheet of a mundane life. When the edges are yellowed and cracked, every bump will swell into tiny cysts of regret. Old and blind, they will be a hollow memory made of short-lived saccharine highs.
6:15 p.m. - 2016-02-09
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