dig tusk
you could look into that magic mirror and see the inevitable reproductions. those thought/wishes of all the ones. and zeroes. married with children. killdren. didn’t bother to live a little. rush n attack, russians. “i never knew how long forever was,” the old man said. he sold fishing supplies. now is the first day of the rest of your wife. trapped locked in. there’s a chest buried in the sand, way down their where all the weird fish swim, the blind ones. they give off a phosphorescent glow. sometimes i think i’m sinking…
