welcome to ~mumblelard's ~page

forty days of pebbles in my shoe, some unfortunate shards of aboriginal memory, a few dessicated blazes, a pickled cairn, a release

i like the sound of glass when it smashes i like to watch fire turn wood into ashes

it is not as early as i think it is

a member of the tilde.town ~ring

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the man in the yellow hat is not your friend