my own style

Where we're headed, you'll be looking backwards	Crying in American college males	Turning coffee into words	So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
Some thoughts on snow and other skyborne frozen particulates . . .	Pandeism	Curly Locks, Curly Locks	Live in your world. Die in mine.
technicolor sky	February 6, 2011	How do I kludge thee? Let me count the ways	Thenn
Linear B	aerobe	numen	Social Anxiety
Jump	ilk	just friends	Lou Reed

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