keith birthday

A somewhat carefully curated sequential presentation of cultural output [work] and/or decontextualized ephemera from various internet-based sources.
03
15

third memory

I was awoken from my dream as I fell out of my bed and smacked my eye against the metal toy truck that I had left on the floor and I started bleeding. I ran into my mother’s room with blood all over my face and she said she thought I was blind. We went to the hospital and they put more stitches in my face.

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