horrific chemical imbalance in my brain

the flag is burning / the flag is dead

look at these ancient techniques

the mayor left, the mountains crumbling, and the projectors still running.

I've Walked the Steppe. (1 step)

Better than a wig, or a really stupid hairkut, or a nosering.

the sun came up, we applauded politely & went back to looting the chemist

Distant Staggering Radio Towers (frequency 333 Mhz)

11 bloodied teeth in the fountain, unnoticed metallic smell

bird made of wire perched on the shepherds shoulder

choir of the buried ton of gold or burnt ton sinking