"A veritable Casanova in her 20s, by the time she died her only friends seemed to be the pet snails she cared for, which she smuggled over European borders in her bra." —Robert Minto via
"I don’t mind being assumed to be outside Art."
honey of the vandal vaults
pervades casket whisker
seine sanity
insists on landmine Xmas
blessings of the blaze scourge-all
blue upon black lampads
leisurely lodge
alert to brisk curtains
dire chronicle downward
faithful darkpen scathe-scroll
& the fools' fall
& the fire pyring backwhelm
a ditty asks duskright
else doom names no nextframe
amber jab-imped
only as the sweep deepens


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