The fiction you read in this blog will hurt you. It will strangle you. It will make you feel as if there was never morality in the world.
But not really.
One man’s work inspires a dried blood on the ground. From the brink of the imagination to the piece of paper sitting right next to you. That pen you see on top of it? Yea that was used by Obama when he was at Harvard for two things: penning essays on the merits of the Illuminati and stabbing hookers in the throat on Saturday nights.
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