My hero is a vulgar flyer:
a cynical mass of meat
who still believes
in romance, not like in books
but as in a tangle of
flawed limbs finding a way
to make living worthwhile,
usually with a laugh
and an arrow pointed inwards.
My hero is a vulgar flyer:
a cynical mass of meat
who still believes
in romance, not like in books
but as in a tangle of
flawed limbs finding a way
to make living worthwhile,
usually with a laugh
and an arrow pointed inwards.
The Word Rummager 
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