SlumberThe sense of unfulfillment baffles her still. The sand is coarse underfoot; The sky sheathed in a resplendent robe of blue. The mysteries of life lie, pale, now fading, Because life is deeper than the laws that govern it. The trends will go on without her approval, The dramas that present themselves to her mind, Take preeminence. Not enough hallucinogens to make her forget, Too many to render her sane. So the night extends its weary stay beyond the point of its welcome, and in passing over each sleeping form, it stops to unjumble unconscious thoughts. For theiSlumber
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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