Doktor Snake and Colonel Kurtz - THE TRANCE LORDS.
The strange cat, neither alive, nor dead.
Not of this world.
Neither here, nor there.
All things are real.
All things are false.
As world’s collide, lies are truth, truth is lies.
We are the ancient ones.
We are unborn.
We are creatures of infinite possibilities.
We ride the probability tracks.
Nothing is true, everything is possible.
We are not, and we are.
So shall it be.
So shall it not be.
Inbetween.
Liminal.
We of the middle marches.
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