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"I reckoned that I had the largest trigram collection in the world outside the secret files of the National Security Agency."

"If his bouquet is composed of strange flowers, of metallic colourings and exotic perfumes, the calyx of which, instead of joy contains bitter tears and drops of aqua-tofana, he can reply that he planted but a few into the black soil, saturating them in putrefaction, as the soil of a cemetery dissolves the corpses of preceding centuries among mephitic miasmas. Undoubtedly roses, marguerites, violets, are the more agreeable spring flowers; but he thinks little of them in the black mud with which the pavements of the town are covered." --Life of Baudelaire

1979 Bell Jar. Not as bad as its reputation. ☆☆

closures still no remedy
only the name of one
wings of card & paraffin
sugar glass the humvee
sugar glass the humvee

ride without these wings
where such creatures go
narrowest arching bridge
to the next hour's close
to the next hour's close

strongest light i run t'ward
through the redbrick fingers
turnstile for isle hungers
honed on the only flint-word
honed on the only flint-word

"...nicknamed 'Kraken,' by some.."