Food has lost its appeal. Especially now that it has rotted on the sill. Flies buzzing about it. Flies. Flying flies. Buzzing, singing, giggling, flies. Perhaps I’ll take a walk to sleep.
-Edward Grayson Stone (Journal Entry 24)
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Food has lost its appeal. Especially now that it has rotted on the sill. Flies buzzing about it. Flies. Flying flies. Buzzing, singing, giggling, flies. Perhaps I’ll take a walk to sleep.
-Edward Grayson Stone (Journal Entry 24)
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