In which Snake Plissken discovers something rather queer about both mermaids and what lies far, far beneath Venice.
We dream of windows all the way down or walls that encircle us to hold lives inside like the guts of a stabbed belly. If they are not pressed close by walls as hands press close we will gush forth.
Bears with the force to bend bars dream of making iron flowers of the unwrought cages. A garden they roar a garden for us all.
It also does not think that the unity of time & action is of particular importance no not nearly as important as the unity of a world of matter & a rage of world
On that wall someone has written SMOKE PIGS! in spraypaint. It is not an ad for Pig Brand Cigarettes.
this dismissal of the conjunction of flesh & land has always been the fatal error of armies & cartographers alike costing them both infinite losses in the grave fields of history
she probably told Gilgamesh he’d get fat off all those loaves of bread, probably sucker punched Jesus, replaced Roland’s horn with a protophonograph that split his temples from sheer sonic distress, told Vlad the Impaler that his methods were obsolescent, flooded Paris a few times for a laugh
A cheer arose. Somehow they had gotten the entire dome of the Madonna dell’Orto off intact. A true feat of uncivil engineering, and they rolled it through the streets as though they had decapitated a giant. Onto the rubbish mound it went.
The entirety of your case, which asserts that ‘I now owe a sum of money because I spent what I had borrowed on the terms of an agreement I signed according to which I would repay it’, rests on the mistaken assumption that the five instances of “I” in this sentence correspond to the same