ecstatic reds and oranges bright but I can’t comment on technique dazers in their bizarring pauses on wary’s abandoning squares and miniatures of things you over and over again think shouldn’t be away from it all I am quaint with missiles and I like […]

am I the silent one in delegation in my tower? at once the outcast and lighthouse o’er this wispy disheveled community in which I dabble, of course sometimes in accompaniment to their howls at black sometimes absent entirely