Philip Kobylarz: High Plains Grifter

High Plains Grifter

 

And the horse the breeze rode in on. Beards of artichokes are shaved, it’s that simple. Pandemonium
                                                                                                                        with sand stuck in its crop.
In the event of an emergency, look up. Aerials aim a defense towards incoming white
                                                                                                                        noise, a burst of stars
and the cream it displaces in a cup of tea. Thank heaven for the heavens, without, there is merely
                                                                                                                                                               ground.

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Philip Kobylarz

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