Temples Amid Quake

The monitor is laughing at the massive headaches it seems to be a sly part of. The glare off the screen is wickedly contemplating a manoeuvre in cahoots with the stale rechurned air that others call heated. The carpet is trying to make use of the boots. The forehead feels overwhemingly attracted to the hard, hard surface of the oily desk. This is the result of a realisation and contemplation of defeat yet again.

Soon Van

Saturday, 29 June 2002 - 10:54

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