Horses for courses. Warm marbles offer kisses: The sinews of life.

Theft gets him sexy – I think it does for us all. Free meals come second.

Forgotten journeys. Jane doesn’t know where she goes. I remain in awe.

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Heather in the grille. Stragglers pass over; to jump in each fish's eye.

Sheltered in concrete, unstoppable baristas peel reality.

Void celebrations, sonic serpents born and lost, shed skins clattering.

Vegetal hold up. A horse will carry me back, where he's expected.

Chained in the toilets. Hands driers for company. Hoping something drops.

Dripping from the top, exhaling anally now, his web’s in tatters.