( @archillect / peter carstens via todd buckley on fb )

"And now, when we stood gathered..."

There’s nothing epic about our bad choices, merely exorbitantly consequential.

Dolchstoßlegende.

“deep fried murder hornets”

chartreuse cloud in billows on trenches GASSES
no more than rays of bunkum ASLANT

days i never got tired of
riding the SLUICE

till the sea
free them, each must roam as a SAILOR

for the illustrious dead
these things i ENCODE

Graywyvern burns his fears & autumn leaves in
STEREO

Let a Critic Dream of Open Rectangles.