Shadows falling away at the heels. A decade of hobbyist world-building. Washed away in a week of warm and oily California rain. Echoes of erosion trickling from the walls with every thunderclap. Relationship splinters on the floor, with the dust and the cobwebs. Embedded inches deep in my old and calloused hands. A course correction is insufficient. Who will support hard dance? John Peel is not enough.
4:38 p.m. - 2018-04-09
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