"Then I reflected upon its peculiarities, and told myself: The gods that built this place were mad."
"Heatherdale"
tan overpass urnferry
apogee of mapfire
subfusc welkin wisp bag
weary to land andirons
flicker in stark staying
stumble among lungfish
indigo perfused fardels
effectively fake brake-pedal
sifting plankton secrets
pothole by pothole in the motley
stabilized fall stillborn
stumble among lungfish
"The uncanny allure of whimsy conjoined with doom, sad Christmases, playground loneliness."
"What gives a person born in 2005 nightmares from 1994?" —Carol Grant via


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