Leaving Time

at the end of October I will return to the high mountains of the Sangre de Cresto, I will miss you, but in the depths of these differences, strata of a technological multitude remains, and if skulls or rib-bones were to make a pavement of charnel ground vultures between us, and—gripping the sides a bowl […]

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Operating System Upgrade

gates are fists upon the traveling detergent swindle spell clinging hooks in their jaws, the fear of impending annihilation rises in the distance from a past lodged in lumbar three, crooked as a scar in a vulture’s mouth waiting for the storm to pass the guards think but little can be known of the soon […]

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