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the arithmetic of agony

if you're reading this blog, i love you in some digital, non-personal but nonetheless genuine way and i would not want harm to befall you. so please take note of the following equation ::


the uber-droolworthy fluevog rahab


+


the lovely tasha


 +


+




+
keiji haino @ sala rossa, not exactly as pictured


=




so now that you know, please take steps to avoid my insanity stupidity.

Comments

asoftblackstar said…
Wow, you got to see Keiji Haino!? I'm so jealous! I'm sorry to hear you got hurt though.
flora_mundi said…
this may make things worse, but it was actually the second time i've seen him [although the first time was waaaaayyy back]. it was incredible, in part because of his stamina... the people i was with were in comfortable, sensible shoes and they were begging to sit by the end...
Jen said…
Those are some nice sandals!
flora_mundi said…
They're actually surprisingly comfortable for most of the time, i just think that after 8-10 hours of wear and a lot of walking and standing... well, that's just not what they were made for.

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