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Marijuana. Weed clowns at funfair. I. A fan of Virginia Woolf, Öppet fönster i new york. Fabrik. She is a spirit there. And so I sing dies Irae. Flies. A werewolf. I am junk. Ask Alice. I art. You. We. Purple tunnels where Ghosttrains hide. I. Jag skriver hon på Skrivmaskinen. Want to Write about a girl.ghost. Ande. Vi är påtänkta för rollen som Medusa. I amfiteatern. Art. Astarte. We are deep. Flies doves art human dead bodies. Theres like stuff in the sink. We. Jesuscross from the exorcism. Omg. I. Mortuary. Bible readings on deathrow. Sleep. Nu. Whose best? Mozarts third brain? Or Franz Kafkas cranium? Remains. All that remains.