Sunday, January 15, 2017

We, Dreaming Penumbras...

Day Fifteen.

Detective killed families, hungry, poking. He walked the peaches home, tasting brilliant pork...


Saturday, January 14, 2017

Cemetery Feet: Plume My Dig with Intricate Tombs...

Day Fourteen.

Spark poles of wild claims - gathering recollections held within jaws, an unfocused harvest. My rectangle is a cemetery of eighths...


Friday, January 13, 2017

Sort of Hurtling to the High Walk...

Day Thirteen.

Goddamn that country corpse. Venom bombs the road until bullets rim with vapor.


Thursday, January 12, 2017

Starlings, High, Acidic...

Day Twelve.

The fear, small to us, became obedient. Hated, rusted-over, crepitating peacefully in heels.


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Faun Moment Lucid...

Day Eleven.

Black vista print. Unawares, fills the riddle. Vanished, drunk, wine elusive...


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Sixty-Pastel Shred...

Day Ten.

Level with awkward brown eyes, from hard cheek came killing word...


Monday, January 09, 2017

Use Unedited When Scratched with Hay Media...

Day Nine.

The forever mother-bird suggested cutting meadow method.


Sunday, January 08, 2017

Unchanged, Co-Authored...

Day Eight.

Matte essays into razor tabletop. While I read from sliced divination, re-describe third outlet...


Saturday, January 07, 2017

Frightful Follow'd Eastern Side...

Day Seven.

Mouth kiss'd, his mocking haste lay thwarting...


Friday, January 06, 2017

Ballads Documentary Produced, She Turned Influential Permanently...

Day Six.

Leaving balladry with Macabre Them, she took up with Heaving Broughton.


Thursday, January 05, 2017

Grim Wet Canopy, No Dark Tree...

Day Five.

Light up a black gun and strangle the cold.


Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Unmeaning Is in My Stars...

Day Four.

In decades, carved from winter, ask the musket.


Tuesday, January 03, 2017

The Alloy I Mock...

Day Three.

Moods laugh, pierced by inner strings...


Monday, January 02, 2017

Sunday, January 01, 2017

He Keeps a Perverse Little TV Trajectory...

Hello Droogs,

2017, eh? Well, not much one can do, save obliterate.

In your own manner, GO!


Day One.

Unchanged, even root birds.