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Posted on January 5, 2024 by John Biscello

Go to hell. Stay there. Take sensual inventory of what there feels like. Go to hell. Don’t stay there. Imagine wind born of vacancy. Go nowhere fast. Call it hell. Go nowhere slow. Call it heaven. Mix heaven and hell … Continue reading →

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