Do not speak to me of dragon fire.
"Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing." - Chuck Palahniuk
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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern
Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.
“I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back.”