"Fuck these guys. I’m gonna make my own label."
"no more discoveries"
driving on a flat
can't stop can't get off this road
arrives brindled nerves
in the vertigo realm
slides of burning slagfall
crystal cloudy ball
driving on a flat
in the party bus
“He drank quickly. The wine was ancient and heady. It lifted up his skull so the moon, which now was sailing closer over the groves, could see in at his brain.” —Tanith Lee, Faces Under Water (1998)
"Your new best friend might be your toaster."
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