a whole new level of chill
Bush is sneakier; it's a whole new level of chill. You disappear, you're tortured, maimed, perhaps you die, your light is extinguished— because you've disappeared into a black hole where there is No Law. No recourse. There is no anniversary of anything, only the terror of your absence.
Morgaine - 4. Mai, 20:13
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