Whispered: it could not be dreamed gutted castles and heme group fairytales and the occasional rebel laugh factor the wind s dashing babble soft brushes on metal cymbals and the way a liar folds into himself over time trapped in a stranger’s bible becomes a nest of hints
You see the kephra beatle always pushing up the sun then beating his chest shouting: tell me I won tell me one difference between hope and memory won the movie ! I won the movie Turns out it was bootlegged and not in HD and the bright parts looked like interrogations and the black men hanging from saturn’s rings were not actually acrobats or actually fugitives they were just mapless trees perfect maples spun into language in need of me to use them one screams :
This is the next best thing to being a black woman another sobbs on command
Fatten him for winter catch the human furniture too many commands in literature too few questions that are their own answer Never anticipate the voice on the other end what is your miserable comfort?
Step right up step right up
That auction chemistry is critical and delicate
