Tuesday, February 20, 2024

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god help me i read it to the end.

"MURDER OF CROWS

A murder, from a garden, rose
and left us in the dying light.

The sky is red now — no one knows
a murder from a garden rose.

It’s rare to see so many crows —
and now they’ve gone to gather night.

A murder from a garden rose
and left us in the dying light."

--@Anthony_Etherin

"Someone needs to run a fingerprint test in doom’s aura."

"all day yesterday i was convinced it was tuesday"

a dram of drowning · drier to return
stridency of street · epistemology
no light yet they wander · the posh wasteland
our souls were lost long ago · this is just proof

a sep'rate world of signs · assigned the higher place
any runt can read · what i write for no one
a multitude massacred · the massacre monitored
our souls were lost long ago · this is just proof

toys & games & the terrible truth
assail equally · this learnèd oaf
at 4 AM fighting · a fever without a name
our souls were lost long ago · this is just proof

Elgol, Isle of Skye.

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