An Ode to Reason

[countslippyvbnr]

Tired, sleepy, sore and as my eyes sting with desire I drift towards the cold hands of apathy. My feelings in such a state leave my fate intolerable and I yearn for the arms to embrace me and let steel fill my chest

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[countslippyvbnr]

"I am NOT on drugs!" the Lana story.

[themookish]

I know a few Spartans who wouldn't mind filling your chest with steel.

[countslippyvbnr]

I tried hard not to make that sound like a reference to death, because it's not. It appears I've failed.