getting to it again, I hope. I'll be in the new Paper and Ink that drops this week. Definitely check that out, it's going to be good. Now, some poem-thing:
status update
this is no
little mercy and it is
certainly no absolution.
in our defense,
we've been busy figuring
out the specifics to identify
exactly what this is
or purports to be. so,
you'll have to bear with our
appearances as we navigate
the moment. as we
proceed and stop to smell
the proverbial flowers
(they smell like urine, we're
told). hey, at least there's
flowers. usually we're
just getting the whiff of
roadkill or old, barely warmed
leftovers. fodder from a fading
microwave. this, this one is
a feast by comparison. we
digress. no more mercy.
we'll sort the rest at a later
date. thank you for your time.
