the whole point of being a neurotic is you can't outwill the neurosis, the spine-handlingand splindling rises bright inside you,bathtub water fries circuts -- Hestia took the pieceout of her arm and spun it around in deft fingers to recalibrate it. the brain leeches intothe neck into the body outsourced as it alreadyis into handheld… Continue reading poem: sub specie aeternitatis
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 