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Category Archives: Stream of Consciousness

Wings Wouldn’t Help

With cold hands, Larce stands alone. He should’ve been a bastard in a basket. He was unworthy. Others deserve what he was given.

Long Swim

Imean swims upstream through water deep enough to drown him. The liquid fills him and he releases it with some recognition, but mostly it’s an involuntary act. He sends his patronage to the painters. Imean still thinks it is important to discuss how he swims, but why he swims doesn’t seem to matter. He feels [...]