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September
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- More Growths
- More Cars Than People
- A Tree's Shell In Yellow
- Whatever Gets Lost In Translation
- Flower
- Growth
- 메미가
- Bamboo
- Dream Elephant
- Later That Night
- And This Is How It Always Was
- Bamboo Undergrowth
- Two Lavenders
- Two Trees
- Maria Martins
- Pan Y Trabajo
- Lolita
- Lavender
- Very Scary Ordinary
- Ten Dogs at Once
- Alberto Heredia
- Back
- Why Is It This Way Again
- When Is Which Way Again
- Radio Signals Are
- Velvet Terrain
- Rabid & Bulbous
- Earthen Quilt
- As Soon As The Ground
- Straddling Land
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2 comments:
sixth of december twothousandseven
later that night, i entered the
workshop. How am i supposed to find
something ancient in here? nullified by
the stale overgrown air, i began to dig.
every inch of the place metamorphed
into a grant still picture.
"Hold on!" i yelled.
"There is something here!"
after convincing my elephant to remove the
layer of dust, i blanketed the floor.
This time, with my tears.
The flowers still remain.
& once again i found my music box.
michelle... so good.
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