supersonic
Bluelighter
So the journey for truth has lead to a couple interruptions of the social plain. Its ok just sit down in the chair for a sec and the doctor will be right with you. What disease do I have again, oh god what disease don't I have you proclaim. Randmonly dispursed among the crowds are convenient little personalities for the superficial skimming, since there is always the chance that one will care farther than expected a nice little facade is put in place for the sheer joy of removal. What if the next second you looked behind your shoulder the knife you thought that was pointed in your direction caught the distinct smell of a rose freshly cut thorns intact, would you still caress the madness?
