Tuesday night. Ms Brasil reports unwell, remnants to hear it of some disagreeing grub. So, I cab over from Boones, … More
Category: copied_to_spoonpop_winword
the silk string against the mountainside every thousand years
and eldering men estranged from their significances, from import, from effect, feel only the draft, the chill, from windowless children
Amazing young girl on the flying trapeze
Puked three times, she: “I cannot stop.” Kept swinging, Kicking them skinny-skirted legs For the meadow’s thirty minutes Threw up, … More