in the interior monologue there is no punctuation.’
‘where the mind and blood coalesced in a union without orgasm and rootless like those of fishes.’
‘their love like the ink of squids, a banquet of poisons.’
‘i carry white sponges of knowledge on strings of nerves.’
thanks a lot in advance
‘where the mind and blood coalesced in a union without orgasm and rootless like those of fishes.’
‘their love like the ink of squids, a banquet of poisons.’
‘i carry white sponges of knowledge on strings of nerves.’
thanks a lot in advance