[via]I am curious about everything and nothing at all. // That was the driest piece of butter cake I've had in a while; I can't believe it was allowed to board; oh the travesty. // 1950s, Des Moines, Iowa. // Entertain me, Phantom. // Died and came back to life. The laptop is here to tell it all. // When Men Were Horses. // 1970s, peat swamps. // Clair de lune, Claude Debussy, "Music is the space between the notes." // Narrow the gap by one pixel. // Wish you were there, but no, I won't be alone. // An artist who doesn't draw, sing, write. // Cats, sigh. // Everything and nothing at all.
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