kenkantor: We owe it all to semi-permeable membranes.
kenkantor: I've always preferred the future.
kenkantor: What could possibly go wrong?
kenkantor: Houses were divided against themselves.
kenkantor: Landscapes with benefits.
kenkantor: More blank stairs.
kenkantor: Dreams of flight or fight.
kenkantor: Nothing could be crueler than to be loved for something you're not.