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Lint and dust in every corner, the **** of living builds in all the nooks and cracks like furniture for spiders. The room is wilting; The walls have been stripped and slowly everything recedes to the center of the room. A monument to what was. In this room, there was; an art gallery, a cave, a studio, an arcade, a love shack!, a study, a library, a concert hall, a gym, a dressing room, a laboratory, a cafe, a theater, a psych ward, a photo booth, a club, and a home. Now it moves elsewhere, a box at a time. One-two, a hamper of clothes, a bag of cheap technology. A poster. A picture. An instrument. A lot of instruments. There was a heartbeat here, and now I hope you can invest in that. Keep this room more than a home. Above an enclosure. Head and shoulders above; this room holds legends.
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
"New Ground, and a Crash Course in Replacing Your Soiled Living Condition. [Open Letter to a New Homeowner]"
Lint and dust in every corner, the **** of living builds in all the nooks and cracks like furniture for spiders. The room is wilting; The walls have been stripped and slowly everything recedes to the center of the room. A monument to what was. In this room, there was; an art gallery, a cave, a studio, an arcade, a love shack!, a study, a library, a concert hall, a gym, a dressing room, a laboratory, a cafe, a theater, a psych ward, a photo booth, a club, and a home. Now it moves elsewhere, a box at a time. One-two, a hamper of clothes, a bag of cheap technology. A poster. A picture. An instrument. A lot of instruments. There was a heartbeat here, and now I hope you can invest in that. Keep this room more than a home. Above an enclosure. Head and shoulders above; this room holds legends.
austin-heath
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
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