Let’s allow ourselves space and error, hysteria and grief. Really, we must let the candle burn - pour gasoline on it if necessary. Creation is our gift and we are ill with it. It has sloshed about my bones and awakened me to stare at 5am walls - C Bukowski
What the chain says
- Block
- 627 769
- Time
- 2020-03-25T11:18:19Z
- Signer
- 14NGBZemzKksQNQS6qVqTzH5NcYFGFi5Lq
- App
- twetch
- Type
- post
- Content type
- text/plain
- Name in tx
- twetch#2151
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Signed by
14NGBZemzKksQNQS6qVqTzH5NcYFGFi5Lq Verified