Reject wholly the occidental why, when, who, where or what. Live and breathe new. Get some damn smoke into your lungs. It's on baby | stuff I write Nº1
They'll find you foaming at the mouth, mumbling about hells they haven't yet faced. | Stuff I write Nº2
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PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.
