Lost in space
I can only kind of see past the irradiate letters in my head built to define thirteem realities all digitized for purposes relevant to nervous meanderings
I am alive, whatever that might mean today. Nerves of steel, brain of mush. It it it is now a breakfast
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Slightly translucent paranoid panoramar.
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