You have found out that someone dies every two seconds. This shouldn’t make you feel better, but it does.
Elsewhere, some later year, I’ll try to be good. Today I don’t care.
You return, at last. / At the edge no longer./ At the margin’s curve no longer. / Circular no longer. / In the embers of unfading foam. / The sputum of inscrutable lava.
"I've always been interested in the invisible poem. When a poem is finished, what is the undercurrent? What is it still trying to say?"
Bars or no bars, if you did have something worth having, they’d take it, whether you were ridiculous about home security or not.
the liver of a blowfish is said to / be the tastiest part it’s also the / most toxic an ounce enough to kill ten
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