my good old friend grew out his hair. he looks better. so she and i left.
everything turned white or red.
june approaches. we shared a pin magnet.
this story begins as the bus takes off. it turns out we are in the wrong bus.
it’s like a bunch of ants crawling around spilled soda.
books notes notes on books notebooks compact discs drawings on compact discs disposable camera images negative images overexposed images double exposed images aim conversations preserved sometimes ten pages long scrawled scribbling screaming brain fuzz journals green through floral fragments relationships (*** *** ***)
i present to you the cat mug in cinema
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exploring my nordic roots
