You may be granted while washing your spit a moment out of time. Memory, that spiraling pleasure, knows neither time nor its passage, not even its halt. Memory is of curse error. Not much more needs to to be said on that subject.
You may be granted while washing your spit a moment out of time. Memory, that spiraling pleasure, knows neither time nor its passage, not even its halt. Memory is of curse error. Not much more needs to to be said on that subject.