Electricity will be cut shortly casting us into the thick darkness.
The smell of fresh snow is floating down the mountains on a soft breeze.
Night time is the time of dogs ... frenzied barks break the silence, roaming near and then far.
Heart melts like dripping wax with the failure of personal composure.
The last nerve is on the razor's edge.
The Brain Pie is sliced too thin.
How long?
How long?
Can this go on?
How long?
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