Harke the Boeotarch
Dreams Wash Away
For like Jove bore Minerva, a postgenitrix came from my brow.
A large milk spot was bothering me for a long time, so I carefully cut the skin open with a stanley-knife and laid the proceed on the mirror.
It looked just like a bloodspattered fetus of three millimeters..
I felt like I had performed an abortion on myself.


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