There is a pulse— And what’s behind is no longer tangible.
Catastrophe is my duration disseminating destruction. Confusion is my interval factoring mistakes’ integral.
White bolts from above Rain cuts on kitchen tables, releasing bad blood.
Pocket Horror Story The apartment building was doing some major reconstruction for an expansion they got when a major mall tycoon became a stakeholder. According to the prints, they will convert the dilapidated shithole to a millennial’s condo paradise. This…