We come from a place where light and warmth are no mercy, they are a death sentence. Where brilliance and curiosity are not foundations, they are hindrances of natural order. A place where the cold clouds of inevitability enclose the box realm of singularity. We are the strange. We feed on your illness, we feed on your doubt, we consume your pity and we ruin your reason. Yet you are so endearing to us.
4 years, 11 months ago
06 Oct 2013 06:19 CEST
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