Ye gods and little fishes, I would like my brain to stop being morbid now.
No? Okay, then. But if I dream about hanged men and armies and fields of dead again tonight, I will not be responsible for my actions. I tell you, I refuse to be.
Ye gods and little fishes, I would like my brain to stop being morbid now.
No? Okay, then. But if I dream about hanged men and armies and fields of dead again tonight, I will not be responsible for my actions. I tell you, I refuse to be.