Pneumatic heart bodies
crackling lights
All your latest corpses
Are made of my corpses
Just try to wash your hands
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(I was thinking, if washing soul is like scrubbing a tile to make it a mirror, then washing hands is like scrubbing a mirror to clean it of your face)
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Herein lies the shared journal of Alex, Áine, Noa, and Olivia. We're traveling these days, and we thought a blog might make it easier to communicate with all you lovers. So come on in! Haven't got a chair... You can drink some wine and sit anywhere. Have some bread with avocado.
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