green neon inane
nautilus bore forward
three ghosts who cannot heal me
mists that never move
anointing thin windscreen
blurred shapes on the shore
sharing restless guesswork
silver threads of suds
three ghosts who cannot heal me
"the week between Christmas and New Year's Day is like being at the airport" --@blainecapatch.bsky.social
"that no man’s land between Christmas and New Year, which I like to call ‘The Yuletide Perineum!’ ☺️" --@kevmoore.bsky.social
Rules for the Direction of the Artificial Mind.
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