Petulance and a Dry Thief

Saying goodbye to life is tragic; saying goodbye to death is magic, staying at the heart of the fiction, we who create imaginary vessels that we gravitate with, long-winged insects of the inside of our mind, fluttering about and shuddering, a million little two-toed legs rubbery and glued to the walls. The walls, of our most precious, personal, parasitic thoughts. - A fiction of superfluousness, undesirable, unadmirable, enchanted. Written in New Orleans, 2016, inspired by typewriter performances circa 2010.