it’s 10 o’clock

Crania Sated
Satanic Dare

body ache, bed, best friends, breakfast

I killed this little boy in like 1994 and his body is decomposing in a refrigerator in Chalfont. I am a genetically perfect humanoid robot replicant from the future. I represent what your brother might have looked like at age 25 but I am much more advanced. I have a machinegun arm.

“Looking back on the experience now, with a peculiarly melancholic kind of bewilderment, he recognizes that he walked onto an elevator one night, with his life in one kind of shape, and emerged from it with his life in another. Still, he now sees that it wasn’t so much the elevator that changed him as his reaction to it. He has come to terms with the trauma of the experience but not with his decision to pursue a lawsuit instead of returning to work. If anything, it prolonged the entrapment. He won’t blame the elevator.”

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/04/21/080421fa_fact_paumgarten?currentPage=all