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I can smell death.

drillbit winsome tendril
warrior smirks
the drivearound furnished
Xerxes' helm found
cure where the dark circles
& no one cares
to feed on you specific
or your fictions

hellbent circus hearkened
harries wodwo
no warrior to revv up
gray Toyota
September stung anguish
stereo thugs

& what thereafter
shut door failure
destroy reels
slog frown woods
like fast set

Hidden library.

"This 'slam'—a showcase of short-form puppetry aimed at adults—is one of many that make up the thriving and thoroughly eclectic New York puppet community, whose underground has flourished in basements and black box theaters over the past five years." —Arielle Gordon via (ungated)

The Only Map I Need.

Whenever i discovered a new obscure author i used to look there to see if he got there first. Usually he had.