chop my sincerity

Google-Sculpting Metalepsis

This is not a planet you want to be on, trying to make sequin of the ineffable.

Try the bipedalon,
cedar straightaways sprinkle my flaymaker.

This is not a planet you want to be on, layering the burrs on the willful lad.

Try the bipedalon,
mutton chop my sincerity whiskers.

“You have nobody, nothing but this piece of paper…”

— Edwidge Danticat / Krik Krak

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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