A perpetual imagination machine.
A rooftop atrium garden in a tenement building.
A Fool.
It was going to be a long day. “Bygone, muted muppet!!” The growling merch threw Bert Yamaguchi’s trade offerings back in his face, the rubber balls springing off the counter of the hut’s window, the comics drifting to the dusty ground.
By Brandon Lorimer3 years ago in Fiction
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