god quill and streetlamp, dock and dale, valley of the unconcerned. alas, my giant hogweed has dissolved. perhaps she will never return? i cannot bear to fly away. i will only speak of this spam, this untensil, this beautiful kitchenette of subdued tones and frightening whispers. the loud "bang" that shifts you uneasily in the night. the frilly mop-head that blows when there is no breeze or active fan. 011212
not god fuck_hampi, too. 070206
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