It started at the knot. The ball was huge and tight. Impossible to unravel then it did.
We tried to fly out that seamstress from Seattle to crochet our image into the peacocks but the tickets were astronaut-nomical and you can never really pin those birds down anyway
So we tied it up cinched square-knotted and bought an old Polaroid camera.
The images are better that way all washed out and over- exposed store-bought peacock feathers and all. to stretch
Two men arguing the better metaphor on the shit they're in.
entomology. the difference between philanthropy and philandering.
like the awkward, preening wind-up-toy pirouettes of a gymnast--the routine padding--the cloying smile, dark scowl, furrowed brow to gallop and round-off double tuck
Ghost diary. A ghost's diary. A diary.
three men kicking another in a suit in the tall grass.
my face is a candle wick. my face, a candlelight vigil. I doubt that's right.
just rub your chin a lot, your boss will love it, the chin is where all the best thinking is had.
a green bottle covered in barnacles reflecting the sunlight weird.
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