Cynical and cyclical, time taunted my whole life; sibling-like. Not older, or younger, but the twin you absorbed in utero—who’s life you stole, watching you waste yours. The buttery waltz of defeat to it, gaudy and blatant; worth watching ’till the end. Spins you around, but he’s from outer space (he’s thirty three thousand twenty […]

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