bejar, bejar bejar.dan bejar.destroyer is faaaaantastic.
bonus photo:
"desperate times
call for desperate measures, i
wanted you,
i wanted these
treasures."
(fast) like the
red sea, the atoms
spill inwards
on my words
floating
through the
atmosphere.
& what the fork? a poem
about long island predating
the nineteen fifties?
"long island sound" by emma lazarus
"god is love, & love is real
but the dead are dancing with the dead,
& whatever is charming only disappears,
while all things lovely only hurt my head"
[mewithoutyou]
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