The turtle dreams of strangulation in a green emptiness
A star is the graverobber of god
I texted the writers not all of them
Writing is sometimes being drunk while putting a mouse back together in a mountain
We can kiss here
is an eyepatch
for your moon
tattoo
I don’t know why anyone would want to see anything
What if his son
stayed put
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
The turtle dreams of strangulation in a green emptiness
A star is the graverobber of god
I texted the writers not all of them
Writing is sometimes being drunk while putting a mouse back together in a mountain
We can kiss here
is an eyepatch
for your moon
tattoo
I don’t know why anyone would want to see anything
What if his son
stayed put
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