( collin creek mall by laura ostteen on fb / via )

"So we stand gazing not at a sequence of events, but a wreckage hurled at our timeline by one algorithmically curated catastrophe after another."

“He picked up the slaughtered, keg-robed earshot.” —Hell of the Cyr

El Topo.

tomorrow's burning wind
   strafes me today
running ever t'ward
tomorrow's burning wind

   midway dark wood
   & gnat cloud dree
tomorrow's burning wind
   strafes me today

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