When this replaces prayer- and it will- it will have outlived its usefulness.
My eyes aren't glazed over. I'm sentient, sharp and clear. I'm not happy, but I am angry. And Frankly, that speaks more to my being alive.
A refugee camp for the remnants of Jule's psyche that escaped the bloody massacre at Hieroglyphed HandkerChief's Interweb Experience.
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