Jeffrey MacLean
Writer and Musician in Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Often a sell that you [weirded] on... can bring wounds out of hypothetics. Now their postulated realm is [Seeing]--complete and utter?
Funny. On my end, it is named [Looking].
Putting down islands of joy (with no chance or retribue), Faustian deluge sniffs prehistory for magick unspecified. Enter lost opium den.