EspeciallyTheLies
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I’m a poet and a sculptor who loves rainstorms, folk music, and candlelight. I’m looking for kindred spirits!
Those silver bullets straight down the middle between the flippers are soul-crushing.
November 22, 2024 at 6:08 AM
Those silver bullets straight down the middle between the flippers are soul-crushing.
Pinball, to me, is witchy like Carnevale; it harkens back to a youthful state of fear mixed with wonder. Oftentimes, the cabinet art is grotesque and sexual and intimidating. The tactility/vibrations, lights, and sounds are exciting.
You are correct about the will of the ball.
You are correct about the will of the ball.
November 22, 2024 at 5:33 AM
Pinball, to me, is witchy like Carnevale; it harkens back to a youthful state of fear mixed with wonder. Oftentimes, the cabinet art is grotesque and sexual and intimidating. The tactility/vibrations, lights, and sounds are exciting.
You are correct about the will of the ball.
You are correct about the will of the ball.
November 20, 2024 at 11:34 PM
That is not unlike dreaming.
November 18, 2024 at 6:16 PM
That is not unlike dreaming.
“Have you ever read a book without someone recommending it, telling you beforehand what to think, feel or even know about the work?”
I’ve been known to save fussy forewords for later.
I’ve been known to save fussy forewords for later.
November 18, 2024 at 5:33 PM
“Have you ever read a book without someone recommending it, telling you beforehand what to think, feel or even know about the work?”
I’ve been known to save fussy forewords for later.
I’ve been known to save fussy forewords for later.
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I have found this strangely comforting.
November 18, 2024 at 2:35 AM
I have found this strangely comforting.
I have found this strangely comforting.
November 18, 2024 at 2:35 AM
I have found this strangely comforting.