all that falls must land
bound for calcspar land
is our trysting lost
from orgasm land
drowning hungry pool
this tidal turn land
radio scrum dust
now not a sound land
solitary waft
though Grinchus groks land
"...the ritual
indigo of nightfall--"
--Dan Brown, Matt*r (1996)
"...the first-ever novel written entirely in instant messages."
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