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so long

Basquiat at the AGO


the spin for this

the bunny is hollow at the bottom

And then I looked out the window and it was snowing again.

this morning was like butter

because the magic kingdom is magically exhausting

march break your spirit

whenever they play jive talkin' too early on a saturday morning the room seems to shimmer and my right leg goes numb

good weed


and then my eyes turned black, because i'd filled them with ink

little books, big fates

boy sad

little minds, closed for business

what have i done to deserve this?

i thought they were joking

still in the labyrinth

As we strolled back to the terrace, the Duchess called me over.

many of us will die, and the rest will get a holiday

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