; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Saturday, 29 October 2011


this from what used to be a long, matted mop. am very happy with the results, although, and this greatly surprises me, nobody seems to notice a difference.

lately i have taken on a very somber mood.

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