Lulu's Veil and Jocasta's Brooch
In answer to your question: I'm pretty sure all the birds are dead now -- this will teach them not to think such dark thoughts, such purple blotches across a cat's electric fur. In response to the continental shift, may I just say: I've always loved cracks in the earth, web underfoot, the veil I only wear at murder trials or someone else's wedding. Think about it. You'll be pleasantly surprised at the result, at what holds diamonds, the silk: the wayward river from the eyesocket. I spent a long time looking for just the right frame -black with a dial. It connects to what I need to connect -- historical fragments jumping out of the bright red box. In reference to the shutting of the cemetery, the removal of your mouth, the selling of a crystal doorknob: yes or no, maybe later, vivid.
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