<p>a marathon struggle session in which Aimee (@baby_deranged) commits scathing self-criticism for counter-revolutionary thought</p>

Bound by the Spirit with Yeerk.P

Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.
And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.
Slender, she puts forth a slender hand;

And she was a courtezan in the old days,
And she has married a sot,
Who now goes drunkenly out
And leaves her too much alone.

Thirst for the Tempest with Aimée Terese