in the way -- of the days -- where the worldis ending, and it is felt. palm trees shaken and souredthe electric lines stretched to aesthetic, to taste. the atmosphere -- awaken slovenly -- and the limp help of the dawn. the cat we do not have, curled around the television andeternity: summer night in… Continue reading playlist: the unmakeable playlist for twenty-four
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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 