there is a certain whispered song that they sing in the dessert, the dead they do, they sing. I know, I've joined them, but then I refused to stay, so I came back, but I still miss their siren song. that is similar to my approach here. these shares are dead and sing, and sing to me they do, and while I let some live, the rest they will sing forever, or until they are deemed to fit in the category classification: "non zombie, non army of the dead" status. I'm pretty sure we're going to need a medical professional, or at least somebody in a clown suit, with a major political party endorsement to initiate a change in medical class.
- some color that is corresponding to the hue of the fluid in my veins
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