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Billy awoke one day to find he was still human. This shouldn't come as a shock to most of us, but he'd bedded down the night before like a kid for Christmas morning. He'd paid good, bad, and mostly clean money for a bad of magic and steadily spooned it into himself. He'd reeled and wailed, giggled and shook limbs and fingers, tongue and teeth formed cryptic, crazy angles as he unraveled and wove himself into something new. But he awoke once more, staring at the same craters in his ceiling. No stronger, no uglier, no freer than he had been.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Billy
Billy awoke one day to find he was still human. This shouldn't come as a shock to most of us, but he'd bedded down the night before like a kid for Christmas morning. He'd paid good, bad, and mostly clean money for a bad of magic and steadily spooned it into himself. He'd reeled and wailed, giggled and shook limbs and fingers, tongue and teeth formed cryptic, crazy angles as he unraveled and wove himself into something new. But he awoke once more, staring at the same craters in his ceiling. No stronger, no uglier, no freer than he had been.
This is about escapism and how it's never that easy to fix things.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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