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"my tongue was like the cane of a scribbler, and my mouth was affable, like the speed of a river. that’s why I tried to write about the fetters of my heart and broke them with bitterness, like the ancients — babies on a stone." 

- praying of daniel the immured

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our pathetic streak feels like good morning messages with seven hour time differences, riding the s-bahn to southern teltow and strictly no more minifuss at trudy's but the stickers in the bathroom are the same

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24x33cm prints

multicolored, with or without background

text: our pathetic streak

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