Negotiations with zombies, late into the evening. Broken, slanted mouths mumbling self-serving noise. In perpetuity. Chipping away a shard of time with a life chisel. Etching chronicles of explanatory exposition while the sliver holds a point. Trying to clear the film of white eyes from sleeping eyelids. Grueling and thankless work. The necromancy of corpse beautification.
11:53 p.m. - 2019-06-05
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