Setting goals like hanging a frame of you and the sig-nif on the wall —framed— with a nail that hangs of the —framed— wire latched to two screws on the back. Maybe next week. Window wide. Nothing but plants and spores about this neck of wood. An unrecognizable echo. The first time feeling your teeth ripping meat. Another there-after. Hunt for the gain. An LOL t-shirt. If there were only five more people in wherever the fuck, why??
Water Pulp is something prolific you find off the street-side. Turn it into a shelf. Embark with B/B/S/:
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