lady day...

by five, whilst we went further into eachother's
pysches: deeming them a world we also called
Candelebra, where the structure of our every
thought under attack by a character we agreed to
call Ordog... at the edge of the bed, with the
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Saturday dawn simmering around us, she
describes elements of exile... there being no need
to sleep in order to dream... the taste... we go into
the night thinking about thoughts had behind
closed eyes... and fail to sleep for a week, fully
accepting this as urgent... everything we are
taught, she said, is forced on us from the very
start, the sun could be a candle, lit on a loop...
...showed around by Ordog, the facilities
were primed and ready for total mind control
through waves sent out from the Division Room,
marked Green Room, eyes tend to be always
greenly looking elsewhere Ordog muttered
opening the door to a series of Servers that were
sat against pristine white walls, with a lone figure
sat in front of a machine lightbox with a skull like
head, sockets, barely any eyes, of which Ordog
mentions as the way things go, adding that this
man was found in Girona playing Spanish Guitar
with a mental cocaine imparted, explained Ordog,
mostly delivered through the parting of the butt
cheeks, where two fingers probe the character and
a secret serum is placed there within... though this
is only in extreme cases of dealing with a problem
individual that is unable to be controlled via
Calebra...
...Ordog stops outside a room, marked Red
Primary, which has four rows of beds on each side
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