if his mother knew he thought the floors were dirtyI would kill myself; far away from the center of the earth I amalways drawn back to New York. there is a "desperate idealism" in the indiemusic of the early 2010s that I would like to trademark, despitethe to-do list I am reading about the "fragmented… Continue reading poem: “The shift in my reality was quite stark,” she says. “There was a lot of emotion.”
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 