Hello from #802
I’m not really one for these types of communities. I don’t even have a Twitter as nothing really interesting happens in my life. I don’t even have any private thoughts I want to lock away. That’s what paper journals are for after all. Perhaps I should introduce myself at least. My name is Dorcas Carrigan and I help sell used and rare antique books. My boss is a mercenary in the book business, cheating and practically stealing when he can. I can likely get anything you could possibly ask for.
That’s about all I have other than the building does not at all look like it did when I looked at my apartment though the whole native American thing on my floor is pretty cool. The feathery headdresses are very pretty.
If you dissect a bird To diagram the tongue You'll cut the chord Articulating song.
If you flay a beast To marvel at the mane You'll wreck the rest From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart To find what makes it move, You'll halt the clock That syncopates our love.