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[stenograph]

     flagrant glares of the sun shine and pinpoint lens to create a pentagonal flare on the photograph only to become obscured by a thick mass of hair. in the distance we are seldom hearing commotion. we emerge as needlessly bum blanketed under sultriness and become irate at the persistent speed of perspiration. warmth radiates compulsively; the

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[estructura]

love

[mutebutton]

I'm glad I didn't interrupt you

[ex_weeks532]

:]

[abreacts]

its so seasonal.
god, i'm glad you're back.

[machine_machine]

hi. i came across your old journal. your style of writing fascinates me and not to mention photography. it's inspiring in a sense and somewhat surreal since you are at such a young age just as i am. by the way, the robot ate me is playing with the mae-shi at the smell in a few weeks.