seven...
Seven is the number of perfection.
Week seven is the week of the return to a perfect hell: people pay to get in and suffer innumerable mental and physical tortures, all in exchange for a scrap of parchment to mount on the wall. I'd sooner mount "something" else.
'Tis time to go back into the depths of the inferno. Dante should go fuck himself.
2 comments:
at this point in time i find myself agreeing with you, jinneth.
die, week 7.
and i'm starting to wonder if that pretty piece of parchment is worth the slog. meh.
heh. You can wonder about that after you start work.
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