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I don't want to work to force clothed words out of the hole in my skull I want to draw to worship reality with my mineral fingers
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
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I don't want to work to force clothed words out of the hole in my skull I want to draw to worship reality with my mineral fingers
the days of boxed in minds
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
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