Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

31 March, 2008

The meds work. I can speak now. Hooray for talking.

In other news, I keep trying to write something about mind-control, brainwashing, and how victims perpetuate those practices. But for some reason, it's really getting to me more than usual. Maybe another time.


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