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My Bio
mud and rain, curling smoke of humidity, reaches me, body quietly sobbing in sweat and this skin is cold and hard, rusting in anger like blossoms of longing. a
hypothermic victim still frosted by the cold, silence is deafening.
My Occupation
artist
My Hobbies
bursting through the inside out station consciousness ... your world, my world ... is it truly so physical as skin and particle space?