H unch girl, and the crow will carry you out, what stealth | passing as an armored egg, shining, I bargain too: you fail/I quit. It’s only a leap, | simple, and you slip anyway on moss, under the heft of your heavy shin guards. | I’ll admit for you, those hulking crystal men are […]
S harpen your weapon, swing two hands | grip san shield, take muzzled stone men’s blows, pause to defrag | I’m warned be wary of charmer THE PARDONER is here to sell her “temp auto counter”, miracles proffered by an AI | worldwide boys ring the Parish Bell too, ground through, running down cornrow | […]
Fleets of labor made this marked infrastructure. Who are the slaves-in-cuff forecasting our respective VRs? I only wonder, was it built fireproof? Facades, they must be. They come pre-apocalypse-d, the grimes a prop-bluff For what, might I ask, did all these citizens once live then? Where are their Sheriff Fables? Their children, chickens and sleepy […]
M y brothers are NPCs my brother’s ghosts, stand on a patio platform | to praise a blooming sun, old heroes phase in and out | the armor stainless, & all that’s good, gilded to the hilt | my sword, the merchant giggles in his isolation ‘yes’m | thank you very much “Ah, yes, very […]
I am the callow partner, green and spraying electrical weather like graffiti | as a primary means of world building. These men move freely like planaria | regenerating for the axe, the plough, to farm – your bean counter | is progress percentage or fraction? Doesn’t matter, we’re only wholly satisfied with the ennui.
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