A shadow holograph lives here It pulses enigma and gabardine Hopes to obliterate all There is no watcher There is no horizon There is no is This is December
What I’m Reading:
“Is a thousand miles far enough to turn darkness into light?”
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....