( via / lanny quarles )

White Comedy.

"gift of a dead language"

whatever i say
is about
the melting of the letters

yesterday i did ten things
today i want to do nothing

whatever i say
is about
the melting of the letters

leaves across the concrete scraping
vomit up inlet clenches

A passel of portals.

"The witch always stands at omen threshold. She has the telling of auspicy in the flight of birds, she has the telling of clouds in nephomancy. She can read lichen as a map of tomorrow or tell the next hour from the whispering of waves. Linearity does not jail her." – #EmilyBanting va @HooklandGuide

👀🙌🏽💐💀.