Sunday, May 24, 2026

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Never fight.

giaourlight, Mars Red midrash
masquerade across taskbars

storage unit yarons
reality's treeline

jester dressed in giaourlight

"Beneath the new 90,000 square foot ballroom, a complex is being carved six stories into the ground."

   "No call of the harp
shall waken warriors · after their battles;
but the black raven · shall boast to the eagle,
crowing how finely · he fed on the fated
when, with the wolf, · he went rending the slain."

--Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf

This Poem.

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