I used to be a stuck-ist for a while till i found myself pushed into the White Cube last year.
Now i like peach blossoms on my clothes and daisy studs on my earlobes. Flowerchild is only a show from the last Antwerp.
I will return.
If not through the burst of yellow wildflowers in the soul,
through the truth tables of p and q.
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not speaking is the flower
About Me
- Pizzicato Hana
- i saw you flailing in the wind. white like the roach that once came out of my basin. je t'aime, moi non plus. iwanu ga hana. not speaking is the flower.
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