the lethal eventuality of a break-up peeks with an unreal velocity. the post-break-up fringe exists more so than just that. it is significantly symbolic enough to be a tangible spectacle. the post-break-up fringe is a newborn lifestyle. it wails and pisses and shits and eats and demands an exhausting amount of attention. it's beyond the impetuousness of a haircut that'll probably hang in front of a newly single face. it's beyond the newly craning neck muscle to acknowledge other birds. they are, in fact, risen anew. they beam or dim a different shade of light. they are forces that insist to be reckoned with. proceed cautiously from here.
ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)
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- repose of the sad body in the silent grave
- heater up to 69 but never 70, is this kid a perv
- braless and harmless
- uss midway day satch scratch
- Senti mental
- ditch the dentist
- frightened eyes
- There's a veritable draining coming out of me. Thi...
- sorry about being such a dick
- feather report
- fm radio
- marl lights
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