a moonlit Audience with Clair

chopin’s nocturne №19 in e minor, op. 72/1 is incoherent — it’s no wonder the best minds in the world go insane trying to complete it (i wouldn’t bet my mother’s life on anyone solving that equation any time soon).

seriously, it’s all over the shop: too many ideas that neither progress nor reconcile — there’s no Transcend ence … nicole is dead.

Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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