-- You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in. As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
Thank you! It was a day spent balancing... Because the proportions are distorted all those stray strokes had to ricochet the face back in. I'd rather not think about the math
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anelill.tumblr.com
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You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in.
As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
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www.wi-ch.com
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www.wi-ch.com
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sad moustached man in a hat c|:-{c