[the more he looks at her the more he knows he doesn't want her, not like he wanted the black and white-haired woman in the less nightmarish parts of the nightmares, but he really also prays to irish jesus they weren't dreaming of the same places.]
I feel like there's something I've got to do. There's a pattern that keeps drawing itself on the backs of my eyelids, but I'm fucked if I've any idea what any of it means.
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[the more he looks at her the more he knows he doesn't want her, not like he wanted the black and white-haired woman in the less nightmarish parts of the nightmares, but he really also prays to irish jesus they weren't dreaming of the same places.]
I feel like there's something I've got to do. There's a pattern that keeps drawing itself on the backs of my eyelids, but I'm fucked if I've any idea what any of it means.