Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred

have gone. Or her other clothes, for that matter. As she fiddles with the desert robes, trying to make sure they don’t flop open or fall off entirely, the girl wonders. Of course, if you’re going to go wondering about things, starting with where your clothes have been tucked away would be considerably less ambitious than wondering where the fuck you are, how you got here, and whether contemplating your next step would be more productive than investigating your last. So far just going with it hasn’t resulted in bodily injury, even considering the likely ingestion of hallucinogenic coffee and

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