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"We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them." - T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
Samples
Sick she’s hacked, brain-fucked, her emotional pipes, then leak now burst. she’s jammed, a lack of cause and effect, rational, logical thread of thought. an apollonian threat, their defect, barking astray of order. they’re sick, frail, cheap witches of thought. Innate, an army of infected women, poisoning fine, fit men.
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Blog entries by Ellie Warner
Ashtray (01/04/2018)
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