♫ Listen: Beau Wanzer – “It’s a Holiday”
Posted on 19 October 2016
I left the academy having won a prize. The cloaked planet had been my home. The feeling of that time casts the area in orange. Every fool wants an invitation, then gets the elf-tipped cap, the terrible knife and eyes. Language the way out of language. Language an out way? Out from an inevitable density that tightens down forever. Pulled from the how and way of knowing now and knowing day.
A Terminator arrives in Constantinople.