Odysseus didn’t use a stake blackened by the eye of fate. He wiped animal fat, the grease of great buck horned goats across the fish platter cornea shuttered for renovations. Through the meniscus of boulder & cave mouth, the multifaceted ones streamed,
devoured the sensory organ, their brother’s world vision.
It was some picnic (you) had to be there.
In the morning the giant shaved his stubble of small robots, powdered his face with sheep intestines. Put on shoulder pads, a power dresser by nature.
Read the short note from nobody.
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