December 2010
20 posts
“Sometimes something shoots down under the surface of your papery skin, like hard dope; some kind of lightning that’s traveled ten thousand light years over purple star ranges, down through the cold dark canyons of burnt-out suns; never stopping/ always chooglin’; something wild and magical darting across vast galaxies, descending down out of the tumbling Marshmallow Hills of...
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