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Fuck Your Lectures on Craft.

"And lo! from out the smoke
I saw the grim and clanking skeleton
Of the dead dog, licked bare to the white bones,
Run as alive. With skull revert, and jaws
That may not cease to move, but make no sound,
He flees for ever o'er the startled earth,
A terror and a sign."

--Balder

"Kandel learned that it was published when she heard someone reading it on the street."

"evening snow

filling her footprints

a second time"

--R G Rader

Abandoned departure terminal.