the interwoven

a piece of five
 -or-
penance

golf carts part siamese couches, clutches that conceal, it's all hidden behind the

reveal. the revel, that veil, it's all connected to a don. he's the key, the largo that

spins puns like a pottery expert.

details spun around a resort, dialogue translated by reading the word, information seems

to be the...but what about those divisions. there seems to be a theme to travel, in that,

sections are often dominated by separations; an inherent, indirect hierarchy.

spilled into adult side and it was far from empty. schooled by fish in the deep, i found

that fiction had split the notion of continuity. nonsense had infiltrated that xanax i

took earlier; shocked by sublimation, i returned to the concourse.