fierce events unfolding
ravenous fibs travel
down these dells returning
medley of dings peddle
the real squalor squares off
glint squamous tentacles
"He lives beside the slow accumulation of words, which fill his house like the stream of sand into an hourglass." (via Mefi)
“and my purse my purse full of clown-seized ankles” —Bill Knott
The Gestapo abducting a daycare worker from her job.
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