metaphors within metaphors. my dreams as of late. the last i can remember was opening a door to raindrops and walking across to another door. significant numbers six and eight.
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miss electronic contact. should you ever stumble upon this, (which i know you will and perhaps you already have), here is a sincere thank you for every adventure we've shared and will share and i hope you're enjoying kwaidan as i write this. real shame about the gorey books. next time maybe. meet me at the waterfront after the social.
here's the gashleycrumb tinies for everyone.
live.
sound - the friction between my middle fingers and the keys on acer.
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