a collaboration between myself and Markov
She kept her floor.
They said he’s slowly, mistily rotating around the crowd when he lacked the world at it, and fighting for the fields that this — we haven’t met — at last day like their houses and goes down that bearded grasses; hard slog, sure. I had been much in code.
It was an accident.
Hamilton. Cedar has nearly, completely, either; she reaches Carnadine, but enough untainted by alcohol, vice, she kills time, and we learned patience. I tell Hodgson he was morning, puffy and frozen. He settles down with one of avalanche. The All-Mother caged in my littlest one. “Chum” is how you weren’t to Dad, I was born knowing.
Late to Borges’ Library. Though they took us coming, turned the minor hypnosis calm as the sea, they wanted anything. What in its teeth, but not blinked — who would laugh, and bad teeth, new today: one eye is Jerricha, one is a cellphone in this. I am done without. Hey, wow, say the houses and speak. I know, blind and bled through by regular slow magisterial progress of bars.
Still chasing red again.