Thursday, December 25, 2025

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Come Together.

"And that was the first peace of illiterative porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world."
Finnegans Wake (p. 23)

The Dark.

"¿A los adioses amó?
No sé.
Toda la sed usó.
Su heroica, sola diosa,
paso ida.
Lo sació;
rehusó su desalado tesón o más.
Es oída sola."

—@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social

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Did she love goodbyes?
I don't know.
She used up all her thirst.
Her heroic, solitary goddess,
passed by.
She satisfied it;
she refused her disheartened persistence or more.
She is heard alone.)

Nine-foot millipede.

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