Curl

today the sun sets in the West as it always does and as it should do and I decide to try using an eyeglass cord thinking it would be easier to change between glasses for different uses which in turn makes me consider one of those fancy laser surgeries that actually helped my father and made his eyes quite a lot bluer but I can't afford it and the very thought of having someone messing with my eyes while I can actually see seems like the therapy scenes from A Clockwork Orange and makes my stomach curl and besides my eyes are brown


homecoming snails mate on my staircase slowly





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file date: May 15, 2013

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