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no one ever escapes

on 07/20/21 Mary made this collage in her journal… If properly designed the machine will kill and photograph us simultaneously. It could be a best seller! Oh, the schadenfreude we’ll feel the day a billionaire blows himself up rocketing toward … Continue reading

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to the decompression

The Longest Day The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment of … Continue reading

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