"slackening Qeb"
the third quarter drags
drogulus our frogpith
internecine arsenic
aimlessly game wielding
Airstream rental floatpig
red Nonnos fleer storage
"The collapse of the simulation is not the end of the story."
"When the supply of tombstones ran out and new upstart families had set up a rival cemetery on the other side of town, a cemetery whose polished and tinted marbles sparkled like wedding cakes in the sunshine, the First Families of New Hoosic (for such was the town’s inaccurate name), most of them, like mine, played-out, down-at-the-heel, the heel bruised by stones not left unturned in the bumsteered search for Grace, scurried around until they found, living in a tar-paper shack near Arbor Lodge at Nebraska City, an old-timer, a stone cutter who delighted in the prospect of scaring the daylights out of quick and dead alike." —Margaret Boylen via
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