From the studio

Second Avenue

From Second Ave: What spanking opossums of sneaks are caressing the routes! and of the pulse-racked tremors attached to my viscousness I can only enumerate the somber instances of wetness. Is it a triumph? and are the lightnings of movedness and abysmal elevation cantankerous filaments of a largwer faint-heartedness like loving summer? You, accpeting always …

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