one day my sinuses just opened up

("checkpoint" by f scott hess via)

The Dalecarilian Horse.

“It wasn’t really the great poem of antiquity that Dorrigo Evans wanted though, but the aura he felt around such books—an aura that both radiated outwards and took him inwards to another world that said to him that he was not alone. And this sense, this feeling of communion, would at moments overwhelm him. At such times he had the sensation that there was only one book in the universe, and that all books were simply portals into this greater ongoing work—an inexhaustible, beautiful world that was not imaginary but the world as it truly was, a book without beginning or end.” --Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North (2003)

alpha Corvi
angel proof
the rules of humans

customwer Kali
& the smell of asphault
& throwing words at these things