Stoned at the bibliotheque again; studying to meet my friends. They’re just outside my range of sight, but I hope Mr. Crowley might bring them into focus for my plan.
Blood tickling my hands and my feet. A crown is formed in beads. I know what being christ is like; I gave my everlasting life to see you maggots eating from my hands.
Swallow the bitter pill. Peel away the bitter film. This trip is but a simulation.
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