Two midgets eating delicious looking rice bowls at Xaco Taco.
Repeating the phrases
“There is no image.”
“There is no memory.”
There’s no image and there’s no memory.
Sans image and memory we can start to approach the fundamental nature of the universe as such.
Triple egg omelet
with the kalamata olives.
A chest crevice stained
in a permanent ink of sorts.
Cuddly beavers eat vegetables from the hands of well intentioned human beings.
The small bottles of soju were only eight bucks a piece.