Eszter Takacs UPDATE Update: Thank you for your continued narcolepsy. Update: Today’s date is how you have grown. Update: Today’s date isn’t today’s date but a mongrel of your lost ambitions. Update: Via rash quiz a student has flown away. Update: Students wore blue today in the stark wide blue. Update: I edit you a nonexistent housewife. Update: You are a synonym for breathing the masculine. Update: Slobbered onto my dynasty. Update: The royal hair extension needed a hashtag. Update: Your hashtag is my rebuttal. Update: People and water are what I live in. Update: This outline of you is sort of punch, sort of dead. Update: I crashed a party for the freedom coffee. Update: We have gone to war inside my manuscript. Update: Googled my Google. Update: We have moved to new location so please advocate. Update: We have updated your records into space so please dream up. Update: Didn’t think this war was about your basement but hey. Update: The royal family is the new black. Update: Kanye isn’t real but Kanye is my serial number. Update: A poet, a priest and a soldier walked into a bar joke. Update: Funnel cakes are only the beginning. Update: Just ate a really big feeling. Update: Chlamydia is only a feeling. Update: Please sit down with your favorite ghazal in your lap. Update: Good looking rabbits love you. Update: We can’t sing but select a passage. Update: Typing sad bitch planet. Update: We are stoked to be you.