Reading Albion's Journal
June 4th, 1940
In an upper upper window, a little girl, blood spurting from a gaping hole in her forehead, drops a withered , claw-like hand to the ground. I rush down and stuff it clumsily into my pocket.
June 4th, 2024
Capitalism. Gotta make those $$$. Not relief from pain ... ever.
June 4th, 2022
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