i bleed tombstones
(mostero dos jeronimos in portugal)
"The sun there sputters on the verge and goes
Whirled off in ashes; the earth swells after it,
It's night, and cruel things, talons and beaks,
Dash criss-cross in the dark..."
--Stickney
what is that name
google giant Antarctic
crack in ice
siniyvernal morning commute
16-year-old Asian lounge music
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