we are nearly always a world which almost

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest