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Call Me Chester
This is a compilation of mirror ball fragments that only reflect a dusty shadow in the cracks of the floorbaord. An unfortunate fellow with unopposable thumbs flailing to grip the falling ice cubes . A permanent mainstay in the delicate net refraining from any intrusive countermeasures or onslaughts. The true balance between all that becomes Hope and all that calls on Despair.
Article XIII
Call Me Chester
About Me
- U.F. Spade
- Washington, D.C., United States
- You're born, you take shit... ...get out in the world, take more shit... ...climb a little higher, take less shit... ...until one day you're in the rarefied atmosphere, and you've forgotten what shit looks like.
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