Afternoon vicissitude's underlined by a burning horizon. Sculpting flesh and lust fantasies by candlelight. The worth measured in electronic debits of Less Than a Dollar Each. Libraries of unpublished chaff litter the floor. Dog-eared pages stuffed haphazardly into sagging bookshelves. Forgotten notes to self pinned at right angles to each other. Slowly coalescing new-half bodies drip honey into make-believe spaces. Trying to forge a new living from endless mental litanies. The hardest part is finding the faith in it. Despite the evident omnipotence of the written word since time immemorial.
12:16 p.m. - 2018-08-13
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