in this (my) neighborhood pt. 51

What I’m Reading:

“How seldom nowadays a floating fleet of ships is, too few are tempests of blood,
crosses, snakes & fishes; our end times reveal themselves as nuclear cataclysm, flood & drought, pandemic. Once a week you pull off your dead skin & eat it. I get it.”

— Flower Conroy / “Frog”

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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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