by Travis Jeppesen on May 15, 2016

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Robust rot of quietude, fuel my doubt so that my wisdom might have a baby all over yr face.

Today I wear nothing except what the dark lord expects me to – I am a virus.

I haven’t even arrived in Japan yet.

My stomach has a curious name – I evolve a method, try and stick to it.

Suddenly, the world.

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