“i like the girls who like the girls,” suze smoked camels. the wall behind them turned into water. fish jumped up and down in it, trout and minnows of mystical colors.
“when you’ve been on the other side of something, you can better understand the whole, the hole, the holy,” sage robin wrote. his pen was made of an ostrich feather. they ate the egg for kicks.
we’re falling inside a spiral, it’s a conch shell. strict mathematics stripped. stripes to bypass boredom. the prettiest birds are the loudest.