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It was a small dim apartment room on the third floor, last door in the hall. I couldn't remember if i was with Maxwell and those insurgant cutthroats, those conniving twisted fucks we've come to know as Città Natale Piratas The native city pirates. Or if I had just enhaled, consumed or injected way to many hallucinogens that i imagined this entire evening.
It was a saturday night and the mushrooms i was conned into eating starting kicking in right about the time when she called.
What, whats that sound. I can't stop laughing. the world is deceiving me. I can feel it. Hello who the fuck is........
The next thing i remember i was in the middle of the room and everyone around me was fucking dead. ......
Writers block
It was a saturday night and the mushrooms i was conned into eating starting kicking in right about the time when she called.
What, whats that sound. I can't stop laughing. the world is deceiving me. I can feel it. Hello who the fuck is........
The next thing i remember i was in the middle of the room and everyone around me was fucking dead. ......
Writers block