Archive for the 'Sir Flotsam' Category
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- A last look into P’s eyes. Such vivid black on black. And now I do it. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- .1ıɐʇ sʇı sʍo11ɐʍs ɟ1oʍ ǝɥʇ ;ɟ1oʍ ǝɥʇ punoɹ s1ıoɔ ʇuǝdɹǝs ǝɥʇ | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- The dust in my left hand/right hand round the throat; uncoil into me, uncoil into me. The moon that compels you was ALWAYS stronger with me. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- My right hand round the throat not yours now, I feel the pull. The pull of the moon. When was it, brother, you took this killer’s name? | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- Serpent, in the caves of my father’s Island I met your Masters, and they sought to make me a Captain in their rank. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- Peace, Ariel. And bonedust falls from my right hand. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- My life, my line in hand, bone and blood, but Mother calls me below; and here it is, P urging me to gut her E. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- Can a man, properly prepared, crush the life from himself? From his sister? From his line? | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- The bone. The wolves. They are carved of my mother. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009
- An altar, blood, three bone wolves, one pulverized, a map to a prison island marked by a lighthouse. No accidental fever brought me here. | Posted by Twitter / sirflotsam on Mar 13 2009