***god bless my Z., who would prolly disagree with the whole concept of god blessing especially considering my twisted beliefs which have nothing to do with initial godblessing stuff, so it's nothing but a way of mere rejoicing someone's presence at the scale of my life. one of those things so basic you don't even realize their importance at first, like you would feel immediately after some heart replacement surgery. nothing would have seemingly changed except for everything becoming way better due to the removal of that heart failure threat. the exquisite pleasure of things detached and abstract, grand and unbound, the warm sunburned scent of southern gothic and the coldness of open space, the natural way things should be praised © Copyright: Хладнокровный Головорез, 2017.
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