Delirium VII

It never snows where I live. It always does where I. How do you think Frost would’ve felt if he’d been frostbitten? Which Frost? Robert? Jack? Aren’t you sleepy? I’ll sleep when I die. Will I slip when I die? Will I die when I slip? ‘For the dead travel fast.’ How much farther do we have to go? Farther. Farthest. Measure in miles. And miles to go before I slip. And miles to go. Before. I. Slip.

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