Eashoa
Time-rich and cash-poor.
Strange. All that effort to feel this empty.
I do everything and anything I can in order to continue my work.
There is the glass there is the wine.
“A lie told often enough becomes the truth.”
He’s giving it out.
We are our own devil.
Mother fuckers where is my betrayal?
Semiramis & Little Horn (chi, iota, sigma), 616.
