It was the late summer of Lady Di mourning  and in my own underpass, I died thrice    Tina slit my heart’s throat  palpitating dying breaths inside our wreckage  and bringing her latest lover to the funeral    Too far, too fast, too fierce  who unbuckled the belt to halt train’s speed?  Thousand midnight candles  were always going...

(3.5) Everything is a Tulpa I apologize for the delay in transferring these facts across to you more bluntly. But alas as the town Magic Keeper departed this existence in events as they did transpire. And so bereft to more conventionally convey...