disease of the as-if 6. (day 195)

(lanny quarles on fb)

"flung onto a sinking boat, splash the kapok’s bark
through rot & iron of a city trying to forget"

"Stranger, where goest thou, in the sad raiment of a pilgrim, with shattered sandals retaining the dust and mire of so many devious ways? With thy brows that alien suns have darkened, and thy hair made white from the cold rime of alien moons?" --@KlarkashT

Access Mars.

we are the well ones
with well kept lawns
cocooned from fuss
& from desperate loss
we are the well ones

we keep good watch
we know so much

castles, castles
with draw bridges up
we are the ones
who will call a cop

"Here’s why I have hoped with my head high and my eyes focused ahead."

"the hurricane naming system may need to go alphanumeric" --@joshtpm

Panpsychism Proved.

(lofishing on tumblr)