losing the mandate of heaven

"An art gallery flies past you. A child says: 'That's a bad omen.' " --@MagicRealismBot

A good day to.

red splotches on the RADAR
pounding AORTA

though i successfully solve all the problems
still feel DREAD

irresistible music, tinny,
like an ATARI

this rain pursues Graywyvern
--pursues, or is somehow the RADIX

Our city's truest image of itself.

"The mother of the gods, that day,
With mortal feet and sweet voice speaks,
And smiles, and speaks to men: 'My Sweet,
I shall not weary of thy pain.' "

--GPT-2 (via)

(via)