Meereen interiors

From Altiplano to earth

Swollen leg brigade.

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BT Pulse.

The days muddle within themselves, as pressure builds and valves crack ; affliction clinging in between pores and densities, and the hard luck-living of  top-down stress. An electro- fractured life. Five days ago I attempted to walk up the Euston road- taste the world, merge with good; but Mordor  sat cranked up and looming in a 300 foot high blast-wave circle of unceasing ariel constraint. I had to turn back from the waves; that trembling shingle of malignant concern, showering it's electronic miasma through roofs, across blood-brain barriers down through walls and bones. I only saw half of what I had come to see and even less than what I had wanted.  MB

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Ticket to Alicante..

"it's never too late to start all over again"

Sunset at the villa Thalia : Greek-writing synchro's on the Thames

When that random guy you met is a playwright.

Summer is building

Aunt Polly style.

Hollow lamentations.

Cyop and Kaf.

Gabriele O'Principe .. Ciao.

Antonio Folletto in all his fineness..