Saussure
She has overstayed her welcome in this room and is tired of ad-libbing the withheld narrative of your souls. You sheep. You cows. You raindrops in a puddle of acid rain. She is tired. Out.
She has overstayed her welcome in this room and is tired of ad-libbing the withheld narrative of your souls. You sheep. You cows. You raindrops in a puddle of acid rain. She is tired. Out.
