by Robert Gryfft
I turned on the machine, it appeared: fell in a heap. I immediately started screaming; I've only just stopped hyperventilating. I'm sobbing because the flies constantly remind me exactly the folly owning that machine really is.
Sooner or later, I'm going to have to go back to pull my corpse out of the time machine.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Droning Reminder
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