![]() ![]() The beholdeness was not the real problem, it was my innocence and hope that IT would save me, a child's hope, a sad lavender boiz hope for salvation and value. many dreams that I literally killed the long haired young me who was so tragically beholdened to POESY (BIG ARCHETYPE). ![]() Yet a' nother foray into beginnings, stating, restating, no rebates on efforts made but some payoff (what costs?) or bounce tho temporary, when now's a Bequine (river giving ever its current) begins anew.Ī boat as frail as a May butterfly.' - Hart Crane Supreme Fiction or Lavish Absence: From The Dusk Of My Ghost House - Adventures Of An Autodactyl - A Vanity Mildly Tourettic ![]()
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