"Wandering poets traveled from village to village, as they did in Persia, passing out verses in exchange for gifts, treats, and affection. They composed verses on the spot and could recite something appropriate for any mood or occasion, whether pious or obscene." --Th* Ori*ntalist
transhumant crutch · fang onus
isopropyl · chanting fungus
smirk panoply · indigo star
across crisp ruin · stumps scrambling
"I am not afraid of anybody because I do not want anything from anyone." (via Sharp Sand)
Fr*ak Folk. (via iMomus)
On my victrola- Y*llow Magic Orch*stra
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