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Written by Jacob Ibrag Lazy days in my mundane ideal of a perfect get away. I got away. Hazily estrangedContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Lazy days in my mundane ideal of a perfect get away. I got away. Hazily estrangedContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag It crumbles into the wind. Rise to a stench of wanting to care. Walk on aContinue Reading
7/10/2017 I think that ideas exist outside of ourselves. I think somewhere, we’re all connected off in some very abstractContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Light flickers. The last petal of a rose breaks off and paints the counter top red.Continue Reading





