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This game is too complicated to play. and the rules cannot be counted. Moving on the fly and changing by whim. and money is not the answer. Now…

Aftermath Afterlife Afternoon Afterparty After the war After making love After the question After the world Here lies the body Of creative wants Interred reluctantly By various needs.…

The empty diary page lies: the truth is told by google search history. Following us all day, we follow it and it follows us. Getting to empty, spending…

Master of all space and time, Lead me to a space in due time First mover who dwells in sacred peace, let my motorized mover find rest.  …

Winter yawns Its frigid gasps Dropping leaves My body cleaves The warm flesh of My beloved’s body.   Bodies mingle Lover and beloved Colorful falls Weeds and leaves…