"The Gods of Destiny were laughing at me--screaming at me! I felt the cachinations of their ribald mirth, stabbing me like knives. Me--terrestrial fool! Terrestrial Fool. The lack-wit who thought a woman was sending him a love message--whereas it had been sent out for a lout with a lead helmet." --@harryskeeler.bsky.social
"Merrick"
still we must insist
on sabledrape neighbors
tell them nothing tithed
teach them not to reach out
potholes hard to hit
& heaven's grace levelled
Nothing forsworn survives the drawings, the photos, the words.
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