"And prove the stealthy, coiled morass" --C A Smith
"Ode to the DSM-5"
perse gloomth festers
my tree stays tree
crystal do them desert
the hunger for apocalypse
four ambulances and a fire truck
the next storm
the Jebwinni's glob
i walk on gilded Slurpees
I knew someone would write a decent paradelle one day.
On looking for a map of Baghdad.