Adhesive Life Particles Of Clones I split hairs with him. To speak he's inbeing, natal, life-like I'm specimined not clotted skin-deep miracle-making an ologyist's destination. * He eats my words. His legend is an atom. Conception's all his own. Now or never - Narcissus punctures surface friction drag with a pebble. I'm lost in rippled clouds but I'll re-spectre. * He is not me.
The December 2009 issue of the magazine mgversion2>datura