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Mileage

There's a room where the dead are sent..... a room between heaven and anarchy. the room assigned to the living has a higher power known as the "SELECTOR" The Selector assigns those who have died to a room that connects them to one single living person. it's the experience and wisdom of the dead which are assigned to us. they are told to view our lives our words our movements. They are our coughs sneezes,we are unable to yawn. the day dream the long afternoon sleep the feeling that you have been there before.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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