numbers of the bEast
(for xPulver and the Joe-skin It wears) Certain things bookmarked with fingernail clippings– I’d read my bible, growing up in pews I remember a prosaic light that used to push through spotted half-clean windows and smear all over the hymnals, “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms” already stark and atavistic long before I saw that film […]
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