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Dealing with anxiety and tiny hands in a land where phonology experience means exactly nothing. Witness the freeform discovery of childhood trauma through the day to day joys of other people's kids.

9.30.2005

ANGST

wir haben jetzt Angst, glaube ich... wir haben jetzt techinche Problemen... bitte sich Bereit halten...

this is a timeline wrought in years, painstakingly by hand, looping, and devoured. a day won't do, a year is the only base material for me.
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