and so this.

i feel dissension riding on my skin.
i have no words or desire to describe it.

i would have to defend myself sooner or later but i didn't think
the time would catch up with confrontations so soon.


mayhem, psycho-babble.
it's all described in the grand scheme of things
the beast never dormant.

sometimes i wish i had more close relationships.
i'm tired of dealing with junkies.

5 min qib shoot:




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something about rich textures