Ethan Hawke letter 18, 070724
Letter 070724
Dear Ethan Hawke
The healer’s secret diet confuses starvation. We live in houses, here, and share dancing videos that will touch three people at once in a cornfield. We bomb our unloaded guns and say things in singsong that are attuned to a cute, collateral resurrection. I drink and my ribs tell god.
kingsoftrain 
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