copp log, tuesday. |
ebb flower. |
esperame. |
every day i will pick up trash on the island and the next day there will be trash. it's ok, i look at the place the trash was and sigh relief. |
faith is a lie and god himself is chaos. james mason in pandora. |
for ava garter. |
healing waters |
body lightened by water |
hope convulsed in joy |
humming all day |
i immerse |
i was captain of a ghostly crew. |
miss willow |
mister in the model yacht pond. |
my mind was a hive of swarming gadflies. |
party in the yacht pond. |
promisc |
the door of my cell was open |
the dream was vivid still. |
the nearest body of water is the best. |
there's no moral authority. there's just power and weakness. |
urchin head |
why don't you come down to earth pandora. |
zeus lightning from the dark water |
zeus don't like to pose |
zeus emergent |
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