somewhat strangely strange.

"I'm finally running into myself on the way back. Never having started or finished, or some such cabbage"
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It’s about TIME.
I can’t stop moving to this aural sex.

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permalink All points trained on, you.

All points trained on, you.

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permalink craft on the inside.

craft on the inside.

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permalink (via manboy) The beginning of the end of existing. Casual, head first dissipation, via one of the most amazing human souls I could know of.

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The beginning of the end of existing. Casual, head first dissipation, via one of the most amazing human souls I could know of.
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permalink Can you hear me? If you can, tell me, how many tentacles am I holding up?

Can you hear me?
If you can, tell me, how many tentacles am I holding up?

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permalink Architeuthis hemocyanin tripping

Architeuthis hemocyanin tripping

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permalink Soulful destabilization cracks the foundation.

Soulful destabilization cracks the foundation.

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permalink Last years scribbles for a few postings, methinks.

Last years scribbles for a few postings, methinks.

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permalink My Grandfather Swenson.

My Grandfather Swenson.

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