Sunday, August 10, 2025

( via / me / via )

Gods of Norse.

"the lamia"

smoky wines from here on
chemtrail of red cairnthwarts
occulted by alt-dead
shudder to learn limits
land in bitter heart-song
bitter heart-song hunts edgelord
down each hilching vestibule
smoky wines from here on out

"That’s what these establishments are for: places in which customers can get totaled, blasted, slammed, hammered, passed-out."

"Prof Edwards himself said that he never had a more intelligent audience than the seagulls that listened to him reciting poems on the beach at Aberarth near Aberaeron when he was young." --Steve Dub via

Mist.

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