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This time it sounds like getting hooked by the Aliso evening undertow, losing track of the sky, and feeling only the blithest, most playful fear because you're a flitting fish child coming up on the chill of the breeze. A bonfire follows the track.
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A pair of diffident young men stopped me on the wetland trail to make sure I didn't miss this rainbow.

It's very nearly self-parodic that the song most reliably able to bring me to tears is eleven minutes long and largely about birds, but
"behind Land house a gentle cooing
the delight of once again being home"
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Dream-stumbled into an urban mine and pocketed a nodule of prosodolite (formed from centuries of pitch drabs slopped from jewelers' pots & the yaps of passersby).

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This morning I had a second dream of being an archivist contracted by a Polish-American software firm founded in the 80s to sift their overabundance of floppy disks & cassettes for data of interest, and I've been dizzy ever since. I think the office may've siphoned my blood.

I need to return at midnight to see what appears on that perfect little shelf. My bet's on several framed photographs and, almost immediately, a single lick of flame to scorch them illegible. What do you reckon.

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Went out on the last cold day of spring and found a new ruin.

gun 

I was so overcome by the pervasive floral jubilance as to be left incapable of worrying about the extended shotgun fusillade emanating from the trailhead.

Having used a chainsaw to split the roots of some ornamental grasses, I had to meticulously floss the mud & strands from between its teeth. Between that & the balking & bucking, it's hard to deny them a high placement in any list of objects most likely to be only feigning inanimacy.

Froggy vernal fog-songs about fucking to spite the heron and the high creek.

whimsical eye trauma 

Injecting my eyes (left then right) with the tincture that will reshape my pestering army of mouches into stars & crescents and set them gently luminescing.

The shallow end, near the steps, is dry & shaded enough for snowdrops, while the sodden, iron-rich soil halfway down the pool is just right for growing a bumper crop of rust-ripe serrate scrap.

The most goth naturally occurring structure is the wing of a crane fly. A marbled Tipulidae wing put to aesthetic use conveys a broadly gothic sentiment upwards of 90% of the time, handily outstripping bats' silhouettes and elongated canine teeth.

Do you think the appeal of theme parks is the appeal of complete, irreparable defeat, of being in an environment so fully terraformed by your enemies that you don't have to question the uselessness of any action opposing them? I don't.

I found a raw book by the glasshouse ruin, a posthumous volume of correspondence collecting several hundred ardent invitations to saproxylic suitors.

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Eldritch Café

Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelle que soit votre langue.

A welcoming instance for queer, feminist and anarchist people as well as their sympathizers. We are mainly French-speaking people, but you are welcome whatever your language might be.