Daily Archives: August 20, 2015

throwing a wrench into a crooked moon

. we have studiously quib -bled over custody, custard, Custer’s last stand. we’ve glanced our blows upwards, danced the robot and downplayed our hands. paddle on, love. the horizon is waiting.     .. prompted by poetic asides.     

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