I'm going to stick by the story that that tattoo is of some sort of mutant, vestigial bird-lizard thing.
Like that's gonna so befuddle my senses as to deprive me of my capacity for stern rebuke. There's no bird in that picture, §ê¢rꆧ. You can't jus...wh..what's..h..happening
to me? It's like...everything's... growing...dim...blurry...can't quite keep my eyes open for very much lon...............
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....Huh? What? Oh, honey. You'll have to forgive me, I must have nodded off for a moment or something. Were we talking about anything very important?
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Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?