Cue Cards

They spoke of violence as though it were a hobby or a choice. Within another sphere, grenades escaped no one's attention. Impoliteness ceased its understated quality. The blatancy of horns regressed the human spirit. It was hypthetical and comfortable within the living room neglect of truth. Where pictures pasted globules on the rent wall suited to a mosque trade. Speed demons no longer comprised humor of a phrase. Whoever balked became apprenticed. Crescent lines moved towers. There was land to bake, and there were threesomes vitual and pronged. Dementia let go qualities we would have liked to zero out from prior victuals, but who was counting the presentia.

Trespass, mourning, empty jar

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Sheila E. Murphy | Dial Tone
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