Swirling Sea of Universal Prediction
Maddock leaned listlessly against the stubby planks of the Palm Tree. Eyes closed, cig in mouth, relaxed throughout, he carefully calculated the words in which Crimson spoke to him as he exhaled from a long drag
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Spit it out. Unless it's love. Then choke on it, 'cause that's old blues, be-otch.
Fuck. I'm gonna go kill a party clown.
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