Tag: Lu-Shi

  Warehouse gallery, evening. Strange girl heaps two slug-plump lines. The eternal waltzer swirls. Faces stretch. Time cracks and shines. I writhe and swim on the floor among spray-painted designs. Cameras click, flash. I return. “That’s cool!” a critic opines.             https://alfieshoyger.blogspot.com  

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  The sea licks the sky clean and new and flat. Chewy eel-chunks stew in a jellied splat. Disgust tugs her face. “How can you eat that?” Down my throat they slide. I could drain a vat.             https://alfieshoyger.blogspot.com  

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