over time, the pieces of eden

Over Time, the Pieces of Eden

Lives, careers, and loves were smashed on the rock of this

queer business. Some pervert business. Him say the final straw

is handled with such skill that one would certainly prefer to

understand the intimacy. This demon had the wrong man.

The phone MUST be answered every single time it rings

with such devastating examples of the white descent from

the tray with Miranda’s Starbucks on it... We follow it down

the house of sin where rivers of damnation flow

by an actual camera crew, sent there for that purpose.

Faces gathered at windows but doors remained shut

and no matter how the deal, at last, goes down, no

crow had begun to eat crow. From her window

we’ll need to see the clothing at least three weeks before the show

trying to get help. But none of them would even so much as

flood the Earth no matter how much man sinned on

a tense, even rather terrified wonder about Americans

flapping over the bandages that were wrapped tight.