Not for children As of this day, the Twenty-Sixth of March, In The Year of Our Lord 2020, I have completed exactly Sixteen Consecutive Quarantined Days since disembarking from Flight NK 380 to Detroit, and it seems that I can now dismiss any immediate concerns with regard to the possibility that the little girl in … Continue reading apocalypse March 26, 2020
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The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Nine: 3-21-2020)
Not for children who dares to catch these whispers, dense as lead? what last words, love? what were the last ones said? will all these voices wilt when we are dead? could someone spare a crane to lift this head? The Lights! The Lights! phosphorous piercing shards swarming ants the concaves of my skull the … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Nine: 3-21-2020)
