Sunday, April 19, 2026

Cities used to burn down every ten years because everything was covered in whale oil

and all that grease probably stank to high hell.

Carcasses and old growth stumps

Tar and pine sap crackle in the inferno.

Massacre and disaster and all other vessels tragedy climbs into sag aluminum warehouse shelves with dread-weight and the planet is heavier than it used to be. 

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