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Saturday, January 31, 2026

emptying

how far down does the glass go
how high up does the draw bridge go?
can we still jump over
 

overdrive until we can't drive anymore
peaches will be peaches when the tunes are finished, and the tunes begin again

Posted by homain at 7:35 PM

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