February 9, 2022 / barton smock
2020, diets of the resurrected, dis-ordered visitations
To worship god is to love the ghost of the alien you dream of killing. When I was a child, there were no children. All of them had guns. Most of my teeth hurt from forgetting that blue wants to be a circle. - My children call sleep the long nakedness, and death the slowest minute of an imagined hour. – A ghost is an angel that can tell a story. – Ohio genitalia: I am heavier than the one who listens at night to my ear. – Resurrection is prettier when our bodies betray us.
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