an earring in my particle
2005-11-18 - 4:03 p.m.

A simple craving, a simple discovery of intellegence, and the financial glories of my daytime excursions: The tea on my patio. The tea on my patio. The important facts here are withheld, of course. But nonetheless my measurements of the corpse have been mistaken for a graphically grotesque novella.

It is a devine day, a day in which the discovery of the uselessness of our average contours can melt away the desire for any sort of effortful existence.

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