i'm sick and a bit delirious. my voice has never been deeper or weirder. i blame half of it on whatever is colonizing my throat and the other half on the weekend of crossdressing. pictures of myself as Pyramus and a fAncy french sailorboy forthcoming.
i'm so loopy that Olena Kalytiak Davis's
poetry is reverberating just right. with my punchy laven
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