In the deep, a subterranean cache, drip echoes, hardened magma flows turned rivers, unseeing fish splash, the earth's heart is on fire, blows. Aquifers, filtered-moisture fed flushed, a sucking river vortex pulled, underground caldera bed, formed before the prefrontal cortex. Gardener's vision, compulsive separating out the amoeba shits, from the snail's slime, repulsive, drowning in … Continue reading New & Old Lands/Water
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Bringing a Knife to a Fruit Fight
Apple: A good knife wants to cut you.Orange: Huh? Apple. A good knife wants to cut you.Orange. Why would a good wife...Apple. A good *knife* wants to cut you.Orange. Cutlery doesn't cut you.Apple. A sharp knife will slice the off-hand.Orange. Spoons are safer than knives. Use a spoon.Apple. Two-edged blades, split both ways.Orange. Yet, an … Continue reading Bringing a Knife to a Fruit Fight
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