AboutHey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
but I'm mad_cow_disease
so, like, give me all of your gold, maybe?
The one with the pink hair is me
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my lost mindbats
"How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls."