I bought a satellite’s eye from the market. To look through it involved the whole god-orbit, a cotton-wooled Faberge...
Last night Kurosawa’s woodcutter strode through the forest, his axe on his shoulder. Intense sunlight stabbed and sparkled and...
Due to a clerical error on my part, the current Prime Minister is now living in the box room...
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