"infusion valor"
beautiful dark morning
necromantic bank run
dull shine of shrill street slicks
machine tales early flourish
spray & gray skulls grinning
grasp weakly the seek-wheel
taillight glow over tumbled
mumbletrip crippling
beautiful berm forming
to bury eyes' zymurgy
dashboard light my delicious
ligature to gig-aim
hell fire in the cloud fringe
cross handed these boss fiends
shattering tower that teased us
with too bumptious jump hoops
To say that something should be burned down when it's already on fire is not saying much.
Prolegomena to End Literature.
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