Porco vacca: Random lines from random lines in forty sleepless hours in Venice

Ice cream
I also got a new pen, and I think you would agree that I have put it to good use in drawing this very important figure.

Two days became one in Unholy Matrimony

Tokens and photographs

I wear my Casio like a medal

We stood on the bridge, ants staring into a mirage

The water stank of piss, sewage rolling over smooth pebbles and stones, piebald glissando

gloss

This feels like an illusion alright.

The hot cup burned my tongue as again I forewent the spangled lampshade for something more destructible.

Leather eyes lurched left and right and drenched curls scraped back from an enticingly oiled pate smooth like skin of a chestnut, a single furrow: current burying through wet bed of sand

Probably the best supernatural detective whose life and loves have been serialised in an Italian comic book of all time
Probably the best supernatural detective whose life and loves have been serialised in an Italian comic book of all time

What are they looking for?

Boats crash past each other’s wash in a frenzy to get there and back. A flurry to sell a sinking ship.

It seems more alive today but I wander through it like a ghost

Look at that face. Footsteps run past as I read, “Brown hands spurt it to the chest”

It must be a thankless job working in an airport.

Vece, adesso.

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