Old bones. Righteous tones. Lie down and prepare for death. Your expiration looms— nothing else awaits. Divine the savor of a thousand cuts, but alas, you bore me. I raise my scythe. With one quick flick you’re on your way to the River Styx and the ferryman’s unquenchable, open fist.


  1. So good, Julie!!!!! What you did in that short space was incredible and hard to do!!! 👏👏👏

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