an admission: every line you cannot read one more line of __ erased
in another millenia or so maybe will be gone
Tag Archives: 2021
no. 34 / revised
[for]
about pal were never was never really trading a dogma
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though to be some need sort of thing
the divine tires of hiding uncertainty
no. 31
stitch a bit of holding pattern
a touch of fluff and flair
jet streams against the yule moon
likes of which only practiced fingers make