Quand Gemeaux, morning sunshine! The Lovers spiff up from the conjoin portal, in emerald gold and bloom from the wild pasture down the moonlight mile. A fever, if you let it.
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GOLDENROD BAM-BAMBINA / 04190519
When there’s stained glass for piety, and nemeses emerge; in the wild pasture, down a two-lane sidewinder—a matter of safety, or a rendezvous?
KEEP PLAYING WITH ME / 03190419
n i’ll dogwalk u hoes. tfw u got yr bag w/ a tape
of a touch of mink and ur mental mines’ Mitchumy––dread-looming knuckles and a true-footed saxophone––drop your shades, O &
that bottle hit different when i bust it across your head . . .
@ THE PEPPERMILL / 02190319
for when: Do *anything* for clout? She gone. It’s like trying to catch a freight train with a butterfly net.
N’EXISTE PAS SANS SON CONTRAIRE / 01190219
Le Verseau avec Roméo Elvis … tout oublier.
EMERALD DALZIEL / 12180119
For that chemistry undeniable, wrenching cup overfloweth type of unf; for the earned pennies, for the marathon starts and announcements of intent, and for the gold balloon animals who mind our precious totems
kate carsella 