He arose laden with doubt as to how he should begin. He looked back at the bed where the grindstone lay. He looked out at the world, the most famous experimental prison of its time. Beyond the torture stakes he could see, nothing. Yet he could see.
“Forty hours a week plus the commute, it’s really no time for fear Maybe here and there”
billy woods | “Swampwater”
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