Thursday, June 25
Sunday, June 14
Wednesday, June 10

- the bus with no sound
- (lots of) blood on the snow
- the girl from the television
- he told me everyone in the chemist's was dying from drinking the drink
- inept blood bringer/father figure
- smug in three piece
- skinny jeans arabesque
- my name is virginia fur
- lightning bolts in my chest
- notes from a forest in 1969
- from the desk of sir merrylegs
- half a cup
- may i come in?
- mother-of-pearl?
- i told a boy to shut up today
- kiss me on the mouth please
Tuesday, June 9


"The time has come that I must tell the events which began at 40 Pest Street. The houses, which were reddish black, looked as if they had issued mysteriously from the fire of London. The house in front of my window, covered with an occasional wisp of creeper, was as black and empty looking as any plague-ridden residence subsequently licked by flames and smoke.
This is not the way I had imagined New York."
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