adamantine
*.war in a time of love.*
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Three broken glasses
I will take you anywhere
Tonight is a slipstream, a progressive unfolding of events. I remain translucent, sneaky, hidden in shadows. The haunts are jammed, cluster fucks of ambient texture. People dancing swerving against the rhythms
And all I can think is
this is death
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