rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Perhaps I Need Drugs

In spite of all my conjurations (archaic), the night persists in passing. I'd like to keep it around a bit longer, but it flees before the onslaught of dawn. O coward night, bald is your sorry arse!

And my sorry arse is sleepy. Good daynight!
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