keep away ghost of a thousand eyes go back to hell where you belong ive seen your lips move out of sequence with the haunted sounds you dredge up why are you dragging a boat about your neck the river what’s left of it tells me im too late
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....