I AM NOT MY FACE, I am just the tiny ghost that operates it, and lives in the dark behind it..
I am a smudge of a trace... a torn piece of delicate Lace.. Mace in your face, an insignificant forgettable artifice:
Just keep walking, and ignore me... it's the way I want it:
Friday 20 March 2015
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