Falling, parachutes hiss: windgrammar is tears salting the bridge from reason. Memory, green leash, flags in […]
V. Joshua Adams
I don’t have ideas, I have knives. They’re plastic. I use them to write my name […]
Falling, parachutes hiss: windgrammar is tears salting the bridge from reason. Memory, green leash, flags in […]
I don’t have ideas, I have knives. They’re plastic. I use them to write my name […]