Euphoric Street Drug, Novacoke: Inhaled
Your nostrils dilate as the burning fire of the powder rips through your mucous membrane,...
Your nostrils dilate as the burning fire of the powder rips through your mucous membrane,...
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
Ammunition, Assassin, Ballroom, Bard, Combat, Music, Player, Ranged weapon, Verse
I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this fool...
Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out, ever moving,...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins....
[Vacant] A drum with a pair of wooden drumsticks laid across the top sits on a...
This lot is a scroll of aged parchment, unfurled to display lines of writing in black...