broken wings

When I went to your town on the wide open shore
Oh, I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean
I thought it spoke to me; it said, "Look at us
We're not churches, not schools, not skating ponds, swimming pools
And we have lost people, haven't we though?"
Oh, that's what the ocean can know of a body,
And that's when I came back to town; this town is a song about you.
You don't know how lucky you are, you don't know how much I adore you
You are the welcoming back from the ocean.

book one (this town is a song about you)

onetwothreeinterlude: hour follows hour
interlude: they also serve

book two (a howling in the factory yard)

carthago delenda estdial tonesa howling in the factory yard

book three (roll with it)



the porn paragraphs

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