I opened the crusted, moss covered box and leaned in to hear what he had to say, but the words crumbled before I could catch them.
I closed the door, brushed the dust of arcane and unheard wisdom from my shoulders, and resumed my constitutional.
discharge... where art defies labels...Dishu... darker version... all forms of creativity... art for art's sake...a blog... robust...light the fist that holds the flower... ... twisting the concept... mutated...an art form...they are legion... Knife and Spoon... a wandering Moon...they are legion...they are discharge
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