Personal exile is a personal utopia.
Anonymity is bliss.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffng human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
Anonymity is bliss.
A faceless nirvana amidst this horde of neon-huffng human refuse.
Strung out on fluorescence and pure-cut incandescence.
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