"I've saved the descriptions of chicken sandwiches..."
"Babel fell; where is the tower's rubble? It never hit the earth, and hangs above, white and round, changing, eerie: the last glyph of our united language, soaring through the night" --@ctrlcreep
"radiological signatures"
drumly this halcyon drive
striving to follow a strangled whisper
let all the news chats churn
furnace of turnips & lots of fava
ember-fed whisper whelk
whisper this newsreel wrong
song of another broken sales pitch
redbrick my rando sprawl
fallout & never affordance-gainful
ember-fed whisper whelk
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