In my dream

In my dream we are crawling over the couches to get back into the house we just escaped from with violence. Around us a new group of young people have been dosed with a psychoactive drug, part of the next experiment. There is no warning them. Last night a young Quentin Crisp had betrayed me to the agency.

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