The Song of Death is Sweet and Endless

But what’s this? In the sore, bloated man-meat around you — a sensation!

‘Lo child!

An inordinate amount of time has passed, utterly void of struggle — no ex-wives were contained within it! And now we’re back, the Infernal Machine has coughed and screeched and lurched back into motion. I spent most of my break playing Disco…

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I write queer love stories, rants about mental health, and over-analysis of games and pop culture. Join my cult (drown in my nonsense) at www.gentlecult.com

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Gentle Zacharias

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I write queer love stories, rants about mental health, and over-analysis of games and pop culture. Join my cult (drown in my nonsense) at www.gentlecult.com

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