I saw this piece on your old blog, and still love it. Makes me think of oil discos and dance floor liquid battles. Like you've falled in to a substance that you can breathe in, but it's thick like jello, and oily. In all the darkness hopeful stars shine like pin pricks of light in an never ending black sea.
I saw this piece on your old blog, and still love it. Makes me think of oil discos and dance floor liquid battles. Like you've falled in to a substance that you can breathe in, but it's thick like jello, and oily. In all the darkness hopeful stars shine like pin pricks of light in an never ending black sea.
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