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One could say that death has a way of bringing things into perspective... or out of perspective, in Zillah's case. Drunk on blood with various narcotics such as Opium streaming through his veins, he's feeling quite sluggish and giddy. He leans against the nearest wall with a faint giggle as he wipes his eyes, effectively smearing eye liner across his cheeks. He takes a deep breath, holds a finger up in thought, and speaks between giggle fits.
"I have nothing to declare except my genius." Well, shit. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to say. He clears his throat and tries again. "When in love, are there boundaries? Shouldn't love's passions be endless?"
"I have nothing to declare except my genius." Well, shit. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to say. He clears his throat and tries again. "When in love, are there boundaries? Shouldn't love's passions be endless?"