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Chapter 2 The Fallen Victim of Suastus
“The next sunrise, Sebastian Suastus woke up, dreaming of his fetal times and Jostens disease.
He then prickled his scalp.”
As of everyone’s eventful mornings, Sebastian was equivalent as everyone else.
From era to era, he would have sovereignty from his reformatory in the administrative center. As do most individuals. Yet what he cherished the most, was sitting down, and observe the community walk by, as the billows do on a drizzly generation.
Today however was an infertile sand planet, swarming with hypocrites, and forged civilization. He drank from his soda pop and admired the clouds until the apprehension rang for him to enter his penitentiary once more.
(To be continued, my intellect is anesthetized exactly at the moment, and I am reflecting about something else, Dr. Suastus’s Tale will have to linger.)
“The next sunrise, Sebastian Suastus woke up, dreaming of his fetal times and Jostens disease.
He then prickled his scalp.”
As of everyone’s eventful mornings, Sebastian was equivalent as everyone else.
From era to era, he would have sovereignty from his reformatory in the administrative center. As do most individuals. Yet what he cherished the most, was sitting down, and observe the community walk by, as the billows do on a drizzly generation.
Today however was an infertile sand planet, swarming with hypocrites, and forged civilization. He drank from his soda pop and admired the clouds until the apprehension rang for him to enter his penitentiary once more.
(To be continued, my intellect is anesthetized exactly at the moment, and I am reflecting about something else, Dr. Suastus’s Tale will have to linger.)