Saturday, December 1, 2018

1 december

but now it will be dark to rights well enough to be left alone like an unstone overearned turned from pencil to pretzel like twisted words unheard and seldom said again -- I planned this all differently but that's not how it goes -- we show ourselves to be lacking in tracking all the guesses for the mess is more than the blueprints worth and rehearsals never went like this

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