(a zeze, a six stringed two necked instrument.) its necks are infested with worms, eating away the insides of the wood, producing small heaps of dust on the ground where it leans against … Continue reading
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with life becoming what it is becoming now we will need a lot of song
that’s not the way it works – there s a musicbox in the skies, a universe grinder, most of its matter unknown – your management advice and sermon is irrelevant.
“when one morning well-meaning beings in light blue dresses write poems for a new society”
When you cherish others, all your wishes are fulfilled.
i am wintersoft. i think i can hear voices from the kitchen. someone is up. someone is on your side. someone is not alone. it is a strange and curly year. seals come to the surface to meet the owls. … Continue reading