Aggravating Expectancy

Our inventions split their cocoons, and the whir of wings was deafening...

Friday, March 13, 2009

I always have to dance at the line between servitude and transcendence.
the tourniquet came loose at 11:28:00 PM
Circuit: Sharpening

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