we're all going somewhere
but me, i'm no good.
i sink my hooks into bumpers
of shiny, whiny,
passing automobiles. something should
whisper, eventually,
a clue to what "nature" intended to
see by divesting
herself into individual
facets. sparkly things
suck me dry and enthrall. can't they
complement something?
do i seal my own fate to fall?
i sink my hooks into bumpers
of shiny, whiny,
passing automobiles. something should
whisper, eventually,
a clue to what "nature" intended to
see by divesting
herself into individual
facets. sparkly things
suck me dry and enthrall. can't they
complement something?
do i seal my own fate to fall?
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ps that guy that i emailed about SND totally emailed me back and i'm SO STOOOOKEEEEEED! but i didn't call and gush about design because you're supposed to be focusing!
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