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- humdudahum
- los angeles
- I eat ice cream with a fork, prefer 'meals' in bowls. prone to sequences of delirium. some embodiment of purgatory. Despite being someone's daughter, sister, mother, father; I am no one but a dancing ghost. There is no difference between the time and space, we coincide in involuntarily. i was you, you were me, and we were once beluga whales; following one another, in our great migrations. oh, my mind changes weekly and is inherently compulsive. I speak only moment. so that may be jibber-jabber tomorrow. and that unpredictability, has come to be, my greatest fear. to every relevant extent of myself.
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