criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
criminal-delirium: “… I don’t know what is turning in my head–in the clouds–like an impalpable grinding wheel–dazzling–boundless void, bitterly cold, yielding a pure weapon … … oh, my sickness, what an chilling exaltation, tantamount
