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| The nightmare always ended the same grasping hands and you wake in a shock but now you sleep so deep you cannot escape and you feel the cold hands around your throat and a voice older than death saying simply: "gotchya" |
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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