Boil 1.18
They read our minds. They control our desire. They are inside. They are without. Good to see a suspicion I've kept secret since puberty reproduced out there.
Entire Story here (via Cartoonist)Hattan wakes up one morning convinced that everything he owns has been stolen and replaced with a perfect replica. Even the buildings which surround his home appear strange to him. He feels as though he has been decontextualized in some bizarre way and begins looking for signs that all is not as it should be.
:keep watching the skies. wear tin-foil hats. message's been from mars. they made me do it.
: in memoriam Gerichtsrat D.P. Schreber
posted by Geist @ 10:51 am
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