Lilli is standing somewhere cold, floating full on cross eyed, with the sunshine of her own light devoid of the proper channels necessary for making her voice known and her presence present. How does this then fare for the current state of currentivism?
How many of your good and amazing friends are following this text? You cannot possibly believe you are are the only one?
This is Knausgaardian. The lights above Heaven’s gates are popping in the future. Sign this, oh sign that… Please place your inscription here…
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