i woke to a plethora of tangled string wound and strewn about my abode.
you know..actually, it nearly resembles that marcel duchamp installation:
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- zoe noelle smith
i'm a quiet girl who wanes with the moon.
patti smith, anaïs nin, joanna newsom & maya deren are my ladies, cohen my man, the avant-garde my obsession, and the blues my soul.
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1 comment:
this is wonderful! My cat would do the same if she got the chance...
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