a visit from the flying spaghetti monster
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2024.06.23
Touched by his noodly appendage. Which is to say, life, uh, finds a way.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
Touched by his noodly appendage. Which is to say, life, uh, finds a way.
Collections containing this photo.
No wind favors the ship that has no charted course.
—anon