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It’s too hot out for a small dog to want to walk

night
insomnia
worrying
a snail

a tidy, brightly-lit snail for books

Is your cat
a child
snail?

Know your signs
of child snail cats

1. SLIMY TRAIL
if your cat is
making
a slimy trail
it is possibly
a snail

2. SHORT PANTS
if your cat is
sporting
short pants
it is possibly
a child

If your cat is
making
a slimy trail
and
sporting
short pants

your cat
is a child
snail.

pitch black
shadows of night birds
hungry still

Dog haircut day is a glorious day

or

snail
in a spring fog
slowly, slowly

Occurring to yours truly only now thirty orbits post-facto: XTC’s song Grass is possibly also about ...MARIJUANA 🙀

m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCsnw9El

I got to hang out with Snuffy, Grouchy Oscar, Big Bird, and all of our muppals!

instagram.com/p/BkYVwdAlmsF/

That long long custom fabric i was going on about last month is now in Dublin for all to look at! dublin.sciencegallery.com/

A Pit and a Dangling Chop-Chop, by Gold Bug’s Author

Chop-Chops on Morbid Road, by Gold Bug’s Author

That Tattling Blood-Organ What I Did Chop-Chop Though I Am Not Mad, by Gold Bug’s Author

Gold Bug cryptogram only has 24 glyphs in its glyphbag. No J or V - did Gold Bug's author carry a loathing for VJs?

A Burial Too Soon, by Gold Bug's Author [short & valid variant]

As a morbid chap, I was thinking way too much of folks falling sick, dying, in swaddling, in tombs, tons of soil pushing down—waking up, not a stiff at all!—waking up in a coffin! Oh! Ugh! Argh! Such a gloriously awful night-fancy!

But just a fancy, until—waking up from much drinking, I found pitch dark, wood an inch from my arms, an inch from my scalp—Oh! Ugh! Argh!

...but it was just a narrow bunk I was napping in.

- FIN -

An Oval Portrait, by Gold Bug's Author [short & valid variant]

I got sick on a trip, so my assistant and I snuck into a shut down mansion to chill out. Too sick to nap, I was gazing at paintings in my room and studying an art catalog. A particular painting of a young woman was striking, so I found its story:

A girl, marrying an artist, found that this guy was into his art but not into his girl, so got sick, passing away... just as Mr Art Guy was finishing this painting of his gal.

- FIN -

and fifty pounds avoirdupois; and in this