which pretty much no one reading this is likely to get:
i feel like i'm walking through the dreams of the city, chasing shimmery people in shadowed buildings, and nothing i do seems quite right.
i wish i could flip a switch in my head and just. go. to. sleep.
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Not too burst your Nostradamus, but I got that one immediately. That particular piece has stuck with me for a long time, and strongly influenced one of my great unwritten epics. Also, that guy's art terrifies me. TERRIFIES.
well, i would have been concerned if you hadn't.
and i agree, the artwork is beyond creepy. so appropriate to that story...
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