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I’m bored.
Like Lucifer of the pitfall.
Haha. Ha. Haha. Ha-ha
I’m bored.
Like Lucifer of the pitfall.
Haha. Ha. Haha. Ha-ha
It begins as it always begins when the mind has blown itself astray, below the bruised ashtray of New York, New York headlines where– at the top of a Bushwick Fire Escape as a matter of fact– a pigeon pecks at his post, at a... Continue →