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loomph! oomph! a land ho i do say once upon a time i dare say methinks granada’s garden is a little... horny and thorny. worn-y. from the witches spinster thicket and the elaborate gretchen footprints and the elephant footprints going down savana, georgia, drive. unitated states of titonic-aliens like whoa, titonic? i meant PLATON-ick, dick, sic, quick bun ny long drive boom boom now you’re dead alas so sad you were the second bambi to my tree mother, the quick and the sad and the young. there is a fine lay they say between: fin negan’s wake and... flanagan’s wake. one being a detective par extraordinare, but also fantastich; fashionista. i mean they say there is a fine line, just a hair’s breath, between malaise, ennui, and works of staggering quirks, sublime gor geous incoherent UPMOST tremendous incomparable, bril liance --jesus-you guyys dont get it. the lights went out in our hearts for a second. we interzone cepted clear turbulence at Port Said, close to Port Hope, where chasity candice Faith the ex-con moonwoman hopes for better promises, welcom ing tree arms, kind eleven elven squirrels, for the partridge in the printer... SPEEDHEART // 255 A FINE LINE. A FINE LINE. THIS IS A FINE. LOOK AT ME WALK._____ IM FINE. OH, OH. STRUT. HUH the zen of functional illiteracy fizzy drink-good news: bad mix! cat got the message? your tongue got its wreckage!!!! cartridge. reminds me of the time we ridged the car and de carted to depart for cars>? cars, we ran after them under the flailing sun, between black lies and white chasmatic charis matic sidewalk sheer machines for eating the living root, the lying foot, alacoot. Published April 4th, 2022 by feral dove.