gliding over surfaces
what is sustenance but rhythm, and if it’s not there forced anyway, never listening, because one thought that rhythms should be maintained, like obligation, quitting all those times but never actually good at transitions. oh! all a front!
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on Saturday, February 5th, 2011 at 8:15 pm
and is filed under beijing, everything, gesture.
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