I am not the carbon copy, but rather the rough suffocating diamonds. In these dank caves, nothing comes through - signals upon waves upon kilojoules of pixels. Time to turn off the news.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
I am not the carbon copy, but rather the rough suffocating diamonds. In these dank caves, nothing comes through - signals upon waves upon kilojoules of pixels. Time to turn off the news.