radio silence
I am homeless and thinking in unison. yours is also my, beast. I talk into my hands because I believe they chatter without me. cold, where they go, based on the books I’ve held. our beast can sleep without touching its thoughts.
I am homeless and thinking in unison. yours is also my, beast. I talk into my hands because I believe they chatter without me. cold, where they go, based on the books I’ve held. our beast can sleep without touching its thoughts.

thanks again to the hit-and-run gentlefuck whose one star ratings rock. your intellectual shortcut is the way to my heart.