Painting the Town Incandescent Stewpot

This morning when I woke it was a relief to find the disturbing visions of my slumber had just been a dream. On waking I laid on my back looking upwards, experiencing the juxtapose of a warm and soaked brow despite the sensation of a ghostly chill. As I lay there, not only was I relieved my night-time nightmare had been merely a series of hallucinations, but I concluded... Continue Reading →

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