| life is slow one million things to do... too hungover to move. |
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| "I broke your heart. / Now barefoot I tread / on shards." >>> |
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| Fuck you dirty floor and the pile of dishes two miles high Where the fuck are the forks? Must we live in scum? A feather in my eye as I crawl out my warmth Why don't you tell me why you make art Let me stay up all night glaring at a screen and cursing a printer so you can have your way with me Gestures!!! ok Fuck. I am extremely intrigued by this photo. people, I am interested in them |
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