Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Posts from the Fragmentation category

weary time-traveller

sun sets on the summer side and rises to a breath’s gasp, angel hair bound in fog. the air becomes smattered with cold slips from a slug’s tongue, slick on the ground and staining the atmosphere. a scent of earth and dirt pervades; nostrils gently flare at the incumbent aroma, scintillating scorn and […]


blimped

up, up, up…rather escape and float than tether. 


enjoy, destroy.

can’t stop this…
don’t leave it like this…
just beyond the grasp and out of sight
just gone, just slipped away into the night
an implied presence in a land of nowhere significant at all
time for a fall.
and they’re all this much, and they’re all that much and bought and sold and skinned, dripping dry, pared down to the […]


Underground Sounds, pt. 2

Well, anyway, maybe, somehow, somewhy, people expect too much to be seen.


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