The continuing descent into senescence of our hero, the de-centred self, as he/she becomes something or other, but with a plot.
The story so far:
- Albonia sucks
- Fusel is dead but knot forgotten
- Bêbe is bereft
- This all a dream and can I wake up now?
- Trees have teeth
From this imaginary travels
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