doors all numbered, "#0" and
that big black body
of bad feelings moving like
a gust of wind down there.


memento mori16 octobermemento mori
at last! in passing
my eyes can only
look at you!
1 september
is that how it is? how it is? how it is? this life is a lovestory & we're all sick of & with it.
2 september
seeing ain't believing! truth's all in the feeling! the... heart, the lungs, the hands, the feet, the nose all aware of what all souls know--- when "seein'" truth, the
problems lies... not in the mind, but in the eyes.
4 september DO NOT ALL-WAYS DRINK & THEN SWALLOW; OR EAT & DON'T FOLLOW UP WIT

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I look up from my cold, wood desk.
The whispers rustle past my hair.
I hear the footsteps coming closer.
I turn around, there's no one there.
--- Me
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have you got a house on the hill and a bed for three?
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I look up from my cold, wood desk.
The whispers rustle past my hair.
I hear the footsteps coming closer.
I turn around, there's no one there.
--- Me
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ILLOTEKK! studios
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have you got a house on the hill and a bed for three?
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Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Misshapes the beauteous form of things:
We murder to dissect. William Wordsworth
your art makes me feel like i should be lounging in a hammock made of sealsinew and addressing everyone as though we were inuit.
it's like an inuit summer. chillin' out on sinew hammocks & drinkin' hot chocolate.
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have you got a house on the hill and a bed for three?
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