just going to uploads a mini series lasting from a summer from two years ago, these are rough drafts i couldn't be assed messing, uploading them because I feel sick as I do stuck, ever free but 'behind', lagging in my destiny, time is just as confused as souls aware of motion, it's as i I wake 4 months a head from the day I remember, it is clear I am close to the epicentre issuing out the intentions returning me back to the place I erected so long ago....
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