end of the chancroid blues…

flarfish 31: rampike myrmidon

Along the crest of the ridge, among the rampikes,

a villain nabob: a bigwig myrmidon: a faithful follower 22 figures

silhouetted dark and large against the sunrise, moved a great herd

cyclopean: massive gorgon: a monster rampike: a dead tree reflex:

unthinking behavior of caribou, feeding as they went. Charles

moves north of there and kills him with the Iron Sword rampant

rampart ramping rampion rampole ramrods ramsons ramtil

Meditation vallecular Scot, his prepositionally quarrelsome rebate:

nubbliest and elasmobranches dental and repulsive Billie

unmoors their rampike concatenating or re-export tails

Richardo soothing remixing their social chancroid blindfolded.

“Having picked flowers, knowing they’d die,
you understand the urge to pluck
the exotic, the beautiful—any diversion
from fear, which is in itself a disease.”
— Richard Levine / “Sheltered in Place”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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