rolling in off the sea for the first time no kind of emotion waiting around despite tinted eyeglasses his muscular hindquarters didn’t fit the leather seat keeping him glowing to heat the room would accelerate decay worshipping the wrong god when they started dying wasn’t so much…
after a little combing and the max ration there were no abstentions from darkness to darkness against the rectangular opening in the deserted street a slip of paper gripped my hand but the wide swathe around it could only come from a wet brain punched into the snow as consciousness came back there was a couch a substitute body of mine…
a lion in the corner of the room welcome back, lion you are telling me to invest in oil ? no, you are telling me that you are a lion…
snow falls through moon light smile on the moon enchantment returns i am on the moon twinkling reflections a horse neighs an organ plays looks like it the balloon ascends my father is killed by a sack of sand it’s just something i was thinking of “ballast” i write in the answer smoke blows through the flakes of snow moonsnow flames it can be no plainer…
good evening, warmth, here i am again enticed by the presence of light i’m obviously here and all your pretence of accident just makes me love you (i see through you, or not quite) love you control has pushed my head convex – or is concaine ? chance that gurgles like a picket fence brushed by a sausage of my watery sight…