There is a Hammer Dulcimer at a Benefit for the Zoo

Her arms catch the floating sleeves of her blouse as the claws hammer down, the dense chimes of damn, damn longing springing outward like flying lizards in some jungle nightmare. Jungles are chaos, you know, in a Jungian way as snakes are a symbol of sexual danger. Not that these people would know. Fuck, some … Continue reading There is a Hammer Dulcimer at a Benefit for the Zoo

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