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"I knew I had to have the song by September 14th, and now it's the day before, and I still don't have the song and it was thing that I was running from and the thing that I was running toward. And that night I ended up…I think it's almost like a tramp… I mean I ended up taking a walk with this very weird kind of man. I mean, I'm sure he was real, but sometimes I wonder..."

“Song

I make my shroud but no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair,
With stitches set in even rows.
I make my shroud but no one knows.

In door-way where the lilac blows,
Humming a little wandering air,
I make my shroud and no one knows,
So shimmering fine it is and fair.”

--Adelaide Crapsey

"...it would still be creepy if Obama was telling you to read Annihilation."

“Her wyvern-warded spires of celadon, enruned” –Clark Ashton Smith

donald trump in hell.