
Yes, the life is infusing back into the eyes of this loving freedom fighter. I am computing the damage done to her through the sockets via sword fights and wit-battles.
We are on the same side. Her name is Becky.
A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
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I care for her and want to lull her into coma state. I am thrilled to view her.
Please explain what is happeing to Becky's eyes. I am concerned.
My eyes were dry and bulgy. I am infusing them with moisture and feelings to brighten up my whole face. I am a druggie.
I am your neighbor. I can see you. You look weird.
Throat hurts, sniffles. Illness is boding.
yes, the plasma is collecting in vocal regions, but illness stays minimal. drugs are recommended. avian pidgeon.
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