Looks like the boulder rolled all the way down. Again. God damn it. Crushed some of the rhubarbs. Suppose it took care of the bees nest...

Lucid Dreams Lucid Dreams loose nailed flower beds that animate in a maelstrom of intentions— with a fat lip backed by half truths. He’s...

Prosody is so long— lines extrapolate broad and subtle gestures evolved to push form from function. My hands are coated in apocalypse...