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THE DAYS OF GRACES




A complation of truths, exaggerations and day dreams.



We used to be able to keep anything extracted from our bodies, but the rules have changed. Anything extracted from vessels now go to a shrine in the most densely populated part of the city and are worshiped instead of gods. I doubt anyone will even notice my tooth anyway, but it makes me feel useful for all of 2 seconds.

The guy I pass on the street who sings with his throat

A five year old

A person behind the counter of my favourite store

HAYMA HAYMA HAYMA