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Getting around
Follow the orbs, they said It’ll be fun, they said
A town full of strangers
The day promises heat
Caught up in red tape
I'm overcompensating for the weather in LA today. I can't, no thanks
We're approaching zero point zero, aren't we? The origin, the collapse, the place where things stop being and start becoming
A psychic disease buzzing like a summer evening. Lurid. Pervasive
I'm looking for patterns #OriginalContentArtist
Exoplanetary dronework