Ohio deaths (iv)
my son knows his birds by the hands he draws for them. anatomy is perhaps what you make it. grey bruise, blue tongue…
this dream goes nowhere. hell, these chickens
(as if their god was struck by a ghost
my son knows his birds by the hands he draws for them. anatomy is perhaps what you make it. grey bruise, blue tongue…
this dream goes nowhere. hell, these chickens
(as if their god was struck by a ghost
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