i'm somewhere between bookshelves browsing spines for the best big release pausing in morbid curiosity at the sheer number of words required in order to get the other person to stop talking seeing as how they weren't listening in the first place, i resume my silentpursuit (and politely smile) a hunter of that-which-has-not-yet-been a curator... Continue Reading →


It fills relentlessly to the brimOverflowing Cascades down, sloshing bootwater harrowing escape It is the river risingIt is the ocean tides

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