Kika

WasteCall me Anna, she says, hoping they’ll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it’s too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.Waste
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn’t be right, but that’s for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that
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Member of =The-Yard-Collective
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
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e poi, per tutta la notte, il male.
(disneyland darkens with your armageddon smile..)
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the trick is to keep breathing.
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