Some Verses
December 1, 2025•69 words
1.
Poney, My friends fledge by a spewer of the mast.
Of today's incident? More doyennes ...
What, Poney? croissants to throat.
2.
My free peeps of shapes,
This happening ,
tiny for sewing
Rehashing commodified panic
. . .Rehashing the Before
scatter profanity frost
before today
Muting of Poney
- Started with my Morning Pages
- Automatically generated verses
- scratch out processing
- human fine tuning