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We Grind Bones
Frost in the windowpanes, an icy gust in the morning. It only gets colder when the sun rises.
GOOD BOY, NOW SIT / GOOD BOY 2: THE HAND OF GOD
I was imagining being walked naked on my hands and knees like a dog on a leash through the town square when the mayor walked up to me.
tribute to berryman
the mississippi runs through this city
there are bodies in it
ghosts
On Recent Paleontological Delights
“It is not often that we find megafauna of this size in tropical climates,” claimed the university paleontologist.