120. "My mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung like a bird, in the center of empty air.

Why is it that God gets all the credit for the good stuff, but it’s the doctor’s fault when shit happens? When the patient comes through, it’s always ‘Thank God,’ and when the patient dies, it’s always blame the doctor. Just once in my life, just for the sheer fucking novelty of it, it would be nice if somebody blamed God when the patient dies, instead of me.

Medusa's have replaced rapunzel casting her spell of sedation she hooks on every sensuous person.

How long can you pretend to be something before you aren’t pretending anymore?

Written By Daniel Abraham

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