RYAN DRAG

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displaced planets air filtering near dildo dragon fighters / replacing grandmothers kneecaps, casks full of corn, masses dining on warehouse tables before changing a large pile of needles into hay – the question remains – who let the aztec stairs collapse underneath the crippled feet of the crow man? he who spends his weeks whispering patterns into shapes of the future, coughing up extinct medicines, never crying into meats, carving paths for mountain water to wash down severed cactus into the surrounding towns of bobbed wigs about to be photographed for a secret project involving the complete disintegration of the crow man’s tarot card