i wasn’t the one who shot down saint-ex, rappelle-moi!

i know what i want now. i want to walk the empty streets of a busy city. early evening, orange light. a greenish river moving upstream. i want to go into a comic books store near closing time. the store will be unattended. piles of acme novelty library vols. 45-75 as high as the sky.Continue reading “i wasn’t the one who shot down saint-ex, rappelle-moi!”

les arts interrogatifs

giggling from too little non-EU christiania hasish i missed my mark you as i javelined leftover smørrebrød into a green rubbish bin leaned a perfect something degree for the greater comfort of cyclists wrapped in aurora contentment. stockholm was cold but you were colder the picture of health (first world) i heard you accidentally tookContinue reading “les arts interrogatifs”