I'm not a bard of story books. My instinct for story is faint. As though a bird without inborn polar navigation skills could only fly in a straight path not far, or by following a road known as such. Things just occur. Making up a story about it, is not much aid.


sandalwood · tally
uniform · idly carcass
flock twinkling · pools fog
idiom strong · gallop cloud
flow · my hungry indigo


If 9 was 12.


On my victrola- N*w Triumvirat*: Pomp*ii