1/05/2021

Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes Heard Through a Keyhole


The things you 

are told you 

are born to 

but never meant 

to understand.


[LSS, 1/5/21]


Mannequin


Its limbs are being constructed right now

in the basements of scavengers worldwide. 


They’ve nearly finished scratching 

the joy of discord and obsolete patterns 


into the very marrow of this soon-to-be

living creature.


[LSS, 1/5/21]


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