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Tack, click. Tack, click. Tack, click. Tick, tock. Tick , tock. Tick, tock. The rhythm of the pencil’s tip and ferrule alternating as Rigel tapped each end against the desk mirrored that of th...


July 28, 2014

The prophet. in Random scribbles

The rain obeyed its nature and fell on the streets, hard pellets of water bursting on the stones and falling again in a fractal dance around my head in the gutter. I was tired, I was bleeding, I ...


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