No wake like the break, for fuck's sake. Done?
Gave up faking until it
erupted, some planted scene.
Inducted to be mean,
corrupted kind of
sheen. No one's clean.
Hidden friends
stuck in
Rings.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?



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