At some point you get really sick of constantly mopping up the mess you made of yourself.
posted by ~Kate~ at 6:42 PM
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Movement in Still Life
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I'm just a Canadian gal trying to make sense of all the symbols and images that pass through the electric pulses and vibrating atoms in my swirling, seething brain
