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shorthand, n. /ˈʃɔːthænd/ free writing, mostly.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,

"Howl" Allen Ginsberg
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