Intern at Dark Heart of Gradual Reform. Inner city gasket weaver. All punked up on jupiter oil, rolling fifty deep.
At night, rave near the guard's compartment naked with a blue light.
There is no ethical word processing under capitalism.
He/him
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blackle mori @[email protected]
I do lots of random stuff because my brain has too many chemicals inside of it. 1994 ⚧ it/its