The past is buried in the collapsed underpasses of burnt bridges.
Paul John Nelson lives in a place of heaving roads and headphones and eighteen gauge cleats, hammering down packages of simulacra trees. Husband. Father. Socially constructed
Canadian. Early morning writer and swimmer.
Simply in love with the failure of poetry and philosophy and the tragic, ghostly heroine, who's lost in the day to day panoptic horror of the ideological state apparatus. They/Them.
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Continuing the editing and pulping of The Alive. The final book for The Girl From The Mire. https://www.wattpad.com/1297461003?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=postToProfile&utm_content=share_writing&wp_pa...Ver todas as conversas
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