martingale...

on the corner there's a small ironed snake. next that an ironed wasp. there the chain becomes too small for my eyes. away a pace crickets produce the stereo sound. if we avoid trenches we put our backs to traffic. in an instant it could snuff. i yelled dumbfuck! not sure which. my heart up and lozenged. the house of (binary) fortune. best to keep one's head.

if six monkeys....

as often as i like. it means the same. forestall and headstall are allegiant to the round. here the flatness goes unrivalled. jibe into that ear.

in any case i avoided joining the snake. but only narrowly. the night walk really requires a suit of lights. and i haven't got one.