Joseph Milford

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my satyr hands my satyr hooves my satyr wallet my satyr lawyer my satyr love affairs. tumbles.
i count the same ceiling fan blade until the cancer comes home to my bones and then alight i do.
any true altercation only happens when tectonic plates smash. what? a true particle could eat all.
he notched the gun so many times that it had no stock. a trigger. a barrel. useless fuselage. lesson.
one dollar Dollar-General hourglass egg-timer on desk and this was once the way to stall the sun.
problem with killing sacrificial beasts was that the ones we were always killing were totem avatars.
a factory of lamps a wasp nest in the corner of the hangar and one flies into a machine honorably.
the greatest place i ever knew was the place that something ate so when i learned to eat i had to.
a man tried to kill me once but his icepick struck gold and a blood sausage was his last supper.
kayaked through you kayaked to you kayaked in you kayaked with you. i kayaked killed you.