Seoul
by Travis Jeppesen on May 15, 2016
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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