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021500_irgrt.docSusan walks in through the white door, stained by time and misuse, it whines ever so slightly as she opens it. Walking over the spent cigarette cartons, she makes her way to the only vacant position on the floor. A plethora of greetings, everything from modest hellos to unfinished sentences, fill the room. As these broken salutations continue, I zoom in a bit and track her movements as she shuffles through the trash and onto the floor, the bright light from the outside blowing out the darkened interior as if Jesus Christ himself were making a guest appearance into our dark haunt.021500_irgrt.doc
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Emotions are just excuses
PS:
and a print of "Cafeine" is now here >> [link]
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nico
website: messyasz.fr
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Look. The sky that crushes us licks up our spines.
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