Sophia Mertins' computarized version of reality...
Friday, 20 January 2012
Epic
Not a word.
Not one.
Word.
Silence.
Quiet.
The notebook loses pages
like a rainforest in deforestation.
Its intrinsic literary
biosphere threatened by the shadow of my pen.
Grill Meisterin, Original Gangster, semi-quasi-nearly performing artist, London organic cliche.
Fond of 'The Little Prince' and Charlie Kaufman, I eat both my greens and chocolates. Owner of 2 remote-controlled dogs and 100 kilos of paper under my bed. Friendly to everyone but spiders and dark spirits.
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