nautical nonsense

public service announcement

trusted appropriation from a coworked insider


no random reconciling risk. relived. relieved. relished in fantasma

frightened. not a call for help, for the wind cries louder. not a word to say to the sirens, for my ears were sculpted by dry sand, fanned by the same hurricane

take it while you can

scrabble, scramble, run. run. rum. rind of a lemon squeezed of all the sour

screed solid sound into solitude

another peel in the pile

covert thoughts of a converted flirt, still half dirt, half advertised, half alert

beckoning my last tribute to the duchampian slag gow

screeching with delight at the living and learnt

a writer should never reveal his thoughts 🧐😆

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