creep crawl

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the walls were without color, were all colors,
depending on the time of night and the state
of your subconscious. the exaggeration was constant,
a high-end hyperbole. the noise was deafening,
the smoke rings talent, the movies too long.

the past was as creepy a crawl as the future.

mothOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora