Featured In: Spicy vol.2 (+ cover)
countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlworlds. now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb onward the beast of bordedom, common sense, lurking gyrographically down inside his loose eating s.s. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how — plutonic loveliaks twinnt platonic yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre. we could. yet what need to say? ’tis as human a little story as paper could well carry.
[ finnegans wake - james joyce ]
AINSI is a girl who spits ink into lucky patterns.