Madness: inspiration | illumination
There is a wave of consciousness that can be ridden with joy out of the darkness in sleep. It's like a vortex, and the yanking is like getting right on to the spot and popping up cleanly.
Flow | Vulnerability | Lucidity | Grip | Life | Reality | Ride
I love hazelnuts.
Human flimsiness, an anxious glimpse, a dead pregnant ghost.
The foam reflects pink, azure.
Whitewash is the afterparty.
Sun falling into civilization.
Trim.
Voar.
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| Photo | Katrina DeVore |
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| Photo | Katrina DeVore |
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| Photo | Katrina DeVore |
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| Photo | Katrina DeVore |
