Until it kills me...
A Random Collection of Death Inspired Ramblings
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Post One Hundred and Ninety: Papoose.
Infant.
Repose; breathing animation into a contrary understanding. I know not what, or where or why with any confidence.
Beyond the peak of feeling wise lies an instinct.
Hungry and willing.
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