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Workshop/ In the Last Pages of The World w/ Katt and Myko

fig.14.90) our dinner party is made from wax and mesh                                            We've been coming upstairs less and less, things keep burning or begin to run out as we get sad. "How cold is it," I ask again, pointing to the calendar above our shop sink. Stabbing my finger at the nothingness inside one of the boxes beside itself. An enthusiastic eater of sex, she spurns any of my squalid rationales for comparative or binary tropes. "Splendid," she says. "They won't pin me to any of their fucking walls." Setting forth, on the dim waters and dark tides. Slipping away from Fuck-off and heading straight towards Fuck-all-yall, Myko knows where to go. "We're finding a place where the happy bees dance, isn't that right Katt?" "While I want restful sleep to dream in, a fitting collapse devised from easy work is more likely. For one such as myself, one of languid charact...