| the small androgyny has been spotted flickering here and there, sphincters cringe as we �let (it) boogie woogie� the small androgyny pokes and giggles at opal bubbles around sugar-mummy soldiers sleepwalking through landmines the small androgyny opens a book red with red trim non sense after non sense black boundless binding the small androgyny begins to read milky way corkscrews spinning into souls vortex of ripples (and when the army moves in, focused on the book, the small androgyny becomes a beast, ripping out pages, tearing out the spine, devouring the bloody cover howling outside of any sound, setting blaze to and dancing away from without fear.) |
| misdirection |