harassment
but not for you, gunslinger.(There are other worlds than these.)
chaos rejiggers itself into some sort of pattern of normalcy,
and that we call, with some sort of stupid pride, "Democracy."
It was like, the very breast of reality had cajoled from its blouse and landed squarely, some 30 feet away, between my lips. And just like I offer commentary, but am not a commentator, I had written a novel, yet wasn't a writer.
Grandmas house, you know.
"The more things change, the more they stay the same."
Time at some point collapsed into itself forming a perceptual bubble that some of us call, "now".
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