tea with various inividuals.

[sleepy_maggie]

There was this time last October when I swapped my dreams for tea with Satan. Everyday night of October, I would close my eyes and find myself before the Devil himself. We'd talk, and generally it would of frivolous, of favorite foods, my relationships, parties, etc. He gave me some great ideas to put to use for street art. Anytime I asked him

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[d4nish]

what happened now

[departmentstore]

i don't think it was the devil, i think it was a manifestation of immoral instinct.
but that's just me!