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insurmountable distances. never know what to say. it’s so sunny and so cold. npr does gold farmers, sensationally (murder!) i hear “like pixellated scraps of chex mix in your head …lights,” sorta, but that can’t be right. jazz max? chess ticks? fujiya and miyagi. spraypainted red. it’s spray pain ted red. thou shalt not. watched… Continue reading Untitled