the thermometer in my armpit: as if a transfusion of quicksilver for (presumed) inward mirrors. 39.2º C. fever. […]
Raresa Galaicu
good god! I’m no longer an obstacle even to my own blood. it burst out through my nose […]
the thermometer in my armpit: as if a transfusion of quicksilver for (presumed) inward mirrors. 39.2º C. fever. […]
good god! I’m no longer an obstacle even to my own blood. it burst out through my nose […]