

ElsewhereRustling leaves, tumbling lethargic scraping. the crisp crunch from pressure disintegrating into fragments. One touch. the wind blows passing through the soul while curving around the body-- incomplete, unsatisfied. Ambient slow beat, spotless mind. Elsewhere... droplets of chimes and a sweet, lingering, twinge of a string. Drifting... Monotonous baseline dips drops dips. Space staring shoegazing repeat. FallElsewhere
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the autopsy is a scientific investigation involving more or less complete dissection of the dead body.
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Thrash 'till Death!!!
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Death: It is your time, child.
Me: How would you know, you don't have a watch.
Death: ...touché.
Thank you so much!
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Katie Franke
Traditional Art Gallery Moderator
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im happy that you like my pics
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Get Out Of My Head!!!
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