Life is like a comic book: mostly ads, and Ubbo-Sathla blithering on the last page. Well, not the last part. That's where the Hounds come ravening out of the corners and tear the good guys apart. Until next time.
reality is toppling to the floor
gurgling and twitching
state dinner on some two-bit world
allergic to the food
the drinks, or the living flatware
no epi-pen to hand
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