Friday, August 19, 2011
Thousand: Four Hundred Seventy-Five
caveat that uh. Forget the dog with wings, there’s a monkey crossing a wire between the two tallest buildings in the world, one in Dubai, the other in Bahrain. It’s always raining in Bahrain! Once upon a time there was a chimney sweep who dripped slowly into the repaired cheese, so much better to amplify the barium accent in tense objects, a new revelation potentially compressed. We who love ancestry abound! The vagrant tic calls a newer mate with a vibrating mandible and a noodle scented with patchouli albumen. Down among the yards wander the robots, sentient as cemetery roses.