The tenacity of muddy rivers swallows my week. The lilting inflection of anxieties delivers words in the fashion of a VSS Vintorez. Subsonic murderous sparks sung in undertone. I dodge the world in a half-bent crouch of old men, bent double by dozens of years. I scoop handfuls of shoreline clay into a dirty satchel by the light of marble moons. I meditate quietly with still-filthy hands. Contemplating life a half a world away.
11:11 p.m. - 2017-07-24
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