Elegy for the Last Male Northern White Rhino

Poor Breton, still trying to installa burning murmur in our mindswhich causes of course problemsat security like what doesn’t? Fruitis explosive. So’sespecially tears, especially amniotic,especially salamanders. In previous centuries,all you had to worry about wasthe filthy flowers, god and an onion cropthen there was a flashand half the army men melted.You could see through yourselfto the exploded helix of a mouse,a few nudes disported,the construct was crushedbut it kept singingif you want to call that singing.Please do.