my intestines are nature's alarm. and the birds by the window. and the sun. and my insomnia. and cars, makitas, crushers as they're all led by men and men is nature. and it it were only nature itself: roosters, cows, bloody woodpeckers. and my cats. as my children used to be. but I man choose: mobiles. if my instestines let me so. good morning, darling ♡

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