from flying debris

What You Don’t Wish To See…

… midway through a 20-mile bike ride…

What I’m Reading:

“Castrated socks. (Her name was words)
Anemia cells. your expression is also like the legs of a sparrow.”

— Yi Sang / “Au Magasin de Nouveautes”

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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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