August 2012
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July 2012
“A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my fingers,
and I remember...”
– Brautigan
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“You struggle to the window. You hold yourself up by both elbows and stare down...”
– Suicide in B Flat
“If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers...”
– Brautigan
“Fuck me like fried potatoes on the most beautifully hungry morning of my...”
– Brautigan
