on our way to a fast food restaurant we were stopped by a lonely sad reptiloid. he lay out our future in front of us and pitied it. "I have to destroy you," he said. "Whatever you do, magic, miracles, they won't save you. I have to do this."
what a strange creature, shifting in his uncomfortable human skin, talking in our akward human tongue. his mind jumped from topic to topic as if he was slipping in and out of the static moment we stood in. in and out of the present.
our reality is so fragile
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