One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.

377Poetry is a straight line towards decomposition. Some people love to be taken by its incandescent wind to a place of blissful fatality, and some people get blisters in their ears just thinking about its howling, knitting sound. It’s funny.



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