Scrying my best,
Can't eclipse the jaded phantom ache pains of our future's post empathy mortem apocalypse, An ode to a requiem's joy cataclysm spent rummaging spitefully through containers of derelict black moral box trenched in memories, Cascading as children with hopeful karma towards the war ruined playgrounds of their youth!
In lieu of our participation in,
Believing wrong oracle readings
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Hive Mind: Tarot Misleadings
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