Tag: The unknown
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Waiting for a sign from the unknown

Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I lie on the bed, not in bed, but on the bed with my cat keeping me company on the end of the bed, and we…
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The Big O

Oblivion is a place. No one knows where it is, which is strange because so many people go there. Many but not all. I have it on unproven but historically consistent authority that a good deal many others go somewhere.

