Freshly reupped here.
Just then I noticed the thin edge of words thinly glowing of wood. They stumble around with fingers rooted in the ducts of these creatures everywhere, hanging between branches of mistakes. Little Fujiko, little bolt of lightening, lease this illusory space closing in on you.
You believe you really saw this, these vacant bolts randomly passing you by, these blocks of cloud hanging from shoulder. We are all unexploded shells, wrapped around an inner field of nettles. You can't even listen as much as has been sung. You can't even sing as much as has been heard.
They pass it now from their lips to yours.
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3 comments:
Is "escargo" a snail?
Well, it would be if it was spelled e-s-c-a-r-g-o-t.
oh my god, thanks for this.
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