Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Ex. 1

Jesse S. Mitchell

One word

Two words
Inebriated enthusiasm

Eight words
The natural ebbing and flowing of regional expectations

Many words
Black out drunk. World war and eye fatigue. This planet, spins. A dervish. Mystic. Slamming into every wall, and mad, every kind of boundary, a rush around, blind and increasingly wild. Those wobbly orbits, uncontrollable, smashing everything into rubble. Rubble and dust. And that's us, the crumble, rubble, and dust falling off broken like meteor showers.a

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