Thursday, October 16, 2025

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Sometimes circle.

frayed-fold difrasismo
coded refuse museprints
the trail quaintly trodden
& since traffic baffled
card file rifled
honk if you love havoc
caraway hurt staircase
shaded lane of shrapnel
ash shelf & looped elf-runes
cardstock whiffle
underpass find andirons
for poor algid shoreleave
in elegy jolly
an abject-pilled grab bag
full of crab lice

Sunrise at the Rocks of Garheugh.

"They paved paradise and put up a sexting bot" —@azureemeraldempire.bsky.social

"Every day, another person wishing to carve out a life, or at least a consistent hobby, for themselves in the arts is met with the crushing reminder that there are people, completely arbitrary people who really should have no stake whatsoever in these matters, who can and will control their means of creative production." (via Mefi)

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