Scorched porcelain spinning
outright insane problems of carne asada bums fisting jello gigantis Ambulin – silver
oligarch bowel infuser – the get rich scheme of Squeam and Judy, her, from the ilk of Hottentot saviors –
view down-and-out cream, the viscous manticore
Liquid gasped and hid her small head below the armory hedge
She could feel her heart thumping wildly under her tunic
Frozen, crouching, listening for any indication of discovery
Lemuria, where the furry creatures ultimately
capitulated – forsaking future history for crusted savage spiral
tantamount to cellular structural revenge
the hate being acid to bliss