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nostalgia will kill me, eventually... & my supposedlyharmless dabbling in voyeurism will leave me gushingallabout, frustration frothing and a bit choked up with jealousy. & if that doesnt do it, it will be these thick layers in a slow inward fold until the knees lock & the body's a crumpled ball, a slowmoving verb, stock-still.
p.s. i am thinking of making a zine - mainly of my writing & a few scribbles here and there, anyone interested? this journal has been pretty much inactive, so how much of a response can i even expect..
p.s. i am thinking of making a zine - mainly of my writing & a few scribbles here and there, anyone interested? this journal has been pretty much inactive, so how much of a response can i even expect..