Sunday, 7 July 2013

trash



He was funny he wandered unwell through stone. Would take the dead kitten to her.

The great nose of the lion taken, and great it was, and had been. He is a great century, and you, a pacifist.


She cut the light. This is the will, its away, will appear in every room, at home we wait.

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