"We finished our pudding (I had a savoury, my unassuageable Dead Sea thirst for salt made raw with love and black beer), I gave Hal my card, and I walked to the hospital singing like those inflamed men you see falling off the pavement in University towns, once Horus Professors of Arcana and now spinning drunks, the tuned brains awash. I am sure if I had been run down that day as I danced to my work, my blood would have run gold." —A Case of Knives
fremd litany · lurking lostness
the eyes witness · wary of investment
dark & bright clouds swirl · swarming the ghosts
i asked my robot · this rancid tussle
what did it signify · who would win
my robot answered · in an eerie whisper
rushing past me · on a road without exits
"First, Seuss wrote in anapestic tetrameter, not iambic pentameter."
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