Hotfoot (V.2)
The fodder fawns the leper juggle forward the horizon behind us THAT
Read More Hotfoot (V.2)Not to detach… or desensitize… but to ungrasp and simplify
The fodder fawns the leper juggle forward the horizon behind us THAT
Read More Hotfoot (V.2). The sanctuary of a swing porch to hold to gut the wrath, well deserved, for an asinine inebriation‘s riposte. Deep silos and curtains made of orthographic delusions retain my nuclear pulse. One stopgap measure against minter misers with their penny scorn and dime complaints. I pull the arsenal from my mouth and realize disaster […]
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