a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 24, 2005

As I told the judge, I do not spend my days cramping my jaw to suck mole milk from my Maker's teat, not even should She menstruate another world as warped as ours; it is not the fault of the courts, nor Her oblong womb that's misbaking this cake, it's too much yeast, too much yeast, it's too much yeast fermenting our brain puddings.

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