Saturday, February 11, 2017

It’s here. The helium released, the admonitory tableau sponged in saliva — ecosystems thrown in reverse with hotshots to bang triangles, hybrid collisions playing junk ballads within a migratory pattern. The justified, 24/7 joker is emotionally unwound, one point...

brain-body fiber pierced, two... sherbet dolloped. I’ll be right down.