Previously in Genesis...Our bodies are packed together now. The city is oblivious, almost like a constantly ringing alarm clock. The walls are 4x4s. Tomorrow we fly to St. Augustine. Frank isn't happy with our performance lately. Part of the crew has dropped off. It's no longer any fun, our paper wings only for show. And so many hands reaching up
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Who are you and why did you put me on your friends list?
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your not alone
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stuff just happens, like when something bites down on your brain and it squeaks like you're letting air out of a balloon.
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i luff your journal. it is well kinkified.
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