Tuesday, September 10, 2024

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Taillights in the rain.

Random number 176 = 341 in base-7; 3 + 4 + 1 = 8 lines

dank tirescatter skirls
into ev'ry cranny
the skull's even
microplastics our plight
the last great grief
plush with regression
we become what we cast off
we return to the tarn swirling

Another Green Wave 🟢.

"Had a genuinely horrifying nightmare about being chased down & run over by a gigantic angry version of the animated typewriter from Sesame Street if you want to know how my writing is going" --@regretteruane via @minxmarple

San Francisco burning after the earthquake of 1906.

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