Thursday, September 12, 2024

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The gate to Warmond.

"Sorrow has no shape.

It bends us and breaks us
like we are dough
waiting to be shaped
into graves"

--@johnguzlowski via @ericcoliu

" ‘Are you on drugs, sir?’ asks the girl. ‘No, this is normal’ he responds." (On Kanopy. ☆☆☆☆☆)

Random # 149 = 302 in base-7; 3 + 0 + 2 = 5 lines

stillborn teachers stitching
starkly the paved darkness
city born of botflies
debarred pattern garden
in the herb-bright orbit

More suburban chaos.

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