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August
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- Higher
- Nosing Earthly Feels
- I Am In The Southern Hemisphere
- Push The Island Out Of The Screen
- Altitudes
- My Heart Felt At 23:42
- A Dream To Walk
- Leverages of O'Lavender!
- A Waterfall's Worth Of Sound
- It Is Only Hoofbeats
- Optic Deep
- Wander And Stroll
- If This Means A Thing
- Sitting On
- Look
- There Is A Persistance Of Some Kind
- Immediate To The Firefly Corpses
- Steel Chrome Bars Forging Still
- Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
- Draw Me Lanterns
- I Thought I Saw Smoke
- Hot Chocolate Bricks
- Dancing Mirror
- A Curse Has Been Set
- Wrinkled On This Paper Bag
- Vermillion Light Studies Oh So Seventeen
- What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
- Terrible Things
- Little Babies
- Seiji Kei & I ;dream
- Constantly Getting Robbed ;dream
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1 comment:
01 nov 07
little babies
turn into little bears
keep me out of the museum of snakes.
gliding on snow never seemed so.
never seemed so.
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