Sunday, May 25, 2025

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Accordion into guitar. (Maybe there's hope for humans after all.)

"The kite flew into the air.

It climbed higher and higher."

--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

White genocide.

"THE CITY (Palindrome-Haiku)

Go flat, urbanised....
A cradle here held arcades
in a brutal fog."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"...Toklas’s presence suffuses the work, which is laden with sexual innuendo and the aroma of her cooking (although most of the food was prepared by hired cooks)."

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