Dreamt Ron and I were back in Slippery Rock when Paul Joseph Watson came to visit. Word was out that Putin was there too. After Paul had gone I'd met Paulina at a little shop where she had to steal a deck of her own Tarot cards from the counter. Once we got back to the apartment she and I did a spell with one. There was an incantation that was written in scripted ink in a book.
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Available as an ebook, soon to be released in paperback, Pottsgrove Manor and Saint Michael's Cemetery is another Pennsylvania picture...
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Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First,...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...