Monday, March 28, 2016
here i come again.
there's no need for you to look at me like that. i know what im doing, and i'm glad to have done it. you are a good boy, and you'll always be with me, no matter where i am. for the time being, we move off in opposite directions. but sooner or later we'll meet again, i'm sure of it. everything works out in the end, you see, everything connects. the nine circles. the nine planets. the nine innings. our nine lives. just think of it. the correspondences are infinite. but enough of this blather for one night. the hour grows late, and sleep is calling to us both. come, give me your hand, yes, that's right, a good firm grip. like so. and now shake. that's right, a shake of farewell. a shake to last us to the end of time.
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