The farmer’s son led the foal around the pasture when the mechanism depressed under his bare foot. I imagine there was sense
By Cody Saporito3 years ago in Poets
You sit across a stranger and the same chemicals that poured into the brains of cavemen are now firing off every synapse
You can stab the silver beached balloons but they don’t stain the sand the jellyfish did not bleed how I bled so I felt nothing
