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I used to be able to time travel. The time-portal to the past and present was a warm, blue seat.The time-portal to love was through vast, green bamboo stems.
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath. two beers shots shots shots shots shots dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
There was another reality
Events have come and gone. To change them, changes everything. Yet the feeling persists. The feeling of regret. Of desire to change. Change history. Change time.
I want to be a time traveler.
You left us busy work and a sub We rewrote Oedipus the King The back of your quiz made an exquisite canvas We made Oedipus a time traveling cyborg Who fucks the sphynx Kills Apollo