June 5, 2017

“I dreamed of fully formed, squealing children. There were many of them, more than I could pass. I could not stand the look of them. The children dribbled spit and had crusted eyes. Their skin was clammy and slimy. The children were covered in filth. They followed me. They had large, sharp teeth. The children did not let me sleep…”

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