All the Wrong Advices

Mind gnashing unsteady manner. I scribble a few words.

Charmless.

Extracare: to splice and splite, to rend and dice.

Vagabondaesthetics

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G.A.

“Sometimes at night I leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I look back from a distance, the house looks like a boat on the sea. It’s really the only time I feel safe.”

—   Will Graham

Senpai.

Stenchly.

I continue to shift, through all the alternate universe, versions of my self.

Cues to thine eyes are a pleasure, not to fell least, your insides. A feast.

Sweet.