"We should hunt for monsters."
he said in the
heat of night.
"But where would,"
she whispers,
"We go?"
Monday, April 27, 2009
Oh the obscurities of love.
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Take a wrench to a robots mind, let's figure out how it works
Fear
If I die before saying
I exist.
I exist.
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