Above: it was a wave and a peace sign at the same time, okay?
Og ég fæ blóðnasir
Clockmaker: Recent events have caused me to conclude that the time for small and personal shit is not so much over as it never was that time, and that the Great Work is large and must be made to live.
i'm a curse and i'm a sound,
when i open up my mouth.
there's a reason i don't win:
i don't know how to begin
oh, to be a machine
to be wanted, to be useful
I pop in once every few years to check up on things, but life has taken my work (such as it is) elsewhere for now.