nathan forgets that thing.

exhibit 17. "Albion rose from where he labourd at the Mill with slaves / Giving himself to the nations he danced the dance of Eternal Death" - Blake





is this what we've come to? squabbling over the most erroneous shit?




i have so many babies
so, so, many, many, babies
as if bradstreet had anything on me
i'm popping them out
they're all about
a mess, a jumble
a sheepdog
a necessity



exhibit 18. MY HANDS ARE COVERED IN INK




new missions: make something cool every day
everydayevery
eeeverrrydayy
daaaaaaayyyyeveryyyyy


swimming in babies, as always.