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The Aesthetics of Tragedy
Feb 13, 2023
Inside job, some dirty spying.
Caught myself chewing paper airplanes on the last episode of..
Notes of: “I didn’t know” were stuck on old refrigerator like mosquitoes to ice cream, I believe my right chamber was there. Being licked by a cannibal teacher who kept on shouting: Get the f*ck….! (Ouutamyway)
Campari glass, Ice cube rap filled with cow’s milk 1% fat, hell knows what for, and we drink to cheer the soul that has gone vacuum cleaning reality shows.
I turned off the circus and off I went to work my ass.
This time for myself.
