morituri te salutant

If only I can get into it right, fit right. You know. I’ve got the ampoule in my hand, only have to break it. Skin contact.

Death, thou shalt die

The City of Dreadful Night

Eternity as a bath house full of spiders (but he was nuts)

The Celestial City


History is a nightmare from which humanity longs to awaken

Death is not part of life; death is not lived through (I’ll buy that)

Got this thing in my hand. O.K.

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well it’s time

Joanna Russ, We Who Are About To …