Bulwer-Lytton Entries, 2017

  1. Complications compounded like interest charges, chewing up my lease on life as evidenced by stinging breaths, or rather, the constricting tightness in my chest—worries conspire to intensify, goading and abetting each other—and I’d already crumpled it into a wad, nonchalantly tossing it into the wastebasket.
  2. The drainage ditch, thirsty for another rain, seemed to stare openmouthed as it mustered what little gleam of light it could from the thin trail of water wedged between scales of cracked, dry earth, deep within its depths; and that light glowered.
  3. The static of fear was poised to strike; the lush overgrowth of Dracontium loretense hid him as Oedipus Dionysus Icarus, Jr., looked up to Uranus— Father Sky—and thought grave thoughts about Oedipus Dionysus Icarus Sr., and where he could stick his choice of baby names.

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