Small sharply defined puffs— No heat, no air compressors, Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet— Cloud-like, a shy homunculus, Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd.
What I’m Reading:
“The above passage is carefully calculated to deprave the cultivated reader.”
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....