Under the Spell of an Increasingly Deadly Vowel Movement | Tom Holmes
I did not show up today as I lost my E. Forward, backward, and right I could try, but only into a past without you. So I did not show to that party, now two months away from this May day, and as I hastily go, soon April and stopping in March, a month of mortality for I. What can a body say among rot, marrow, and loss? And now fatally lost, oh, what an abysmally bad day and why?