The dreams had returned, again, and no amount of coffee and cigarettes could keep their influence at bay. The ennui was crushing at times, and…
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You awake each morning screaming, your mouth dry and your eyes red from the tears that bath your Pillow of Ennui. You had the dream…
Comments closedI read this originally in French class, sometime during my high school career. (Where I was a music nerd, and a hard-core nerd, long before…
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