Madrid is Melancholy

Madrid is Melancholy
A Spaceship on Rocky Ground

Sunday, November 14

Hart Butter

Comfort in madness. 

Yet never a comfortable madness in friends who smile and extend a hand, same such they extend to him, a pudgy acid-hearted maggot boy.

So perk up, like the strong olfactory sensation of coffee percolating, or the sizzle of meat fat in a fry pan, it's the uncomfortable that keeps all creatures sane.

For what would woodland harts be without the nearby ravine and the mountain lion prowling?


And insane. 

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