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Up on the roof

The voices in my head are like little birds perched on the roof eaves, warbling discordant melodies. The chittering in my brain is incessant The nonsense pouring out ricochets around the attic rafters, rolling off the shingles through the gaping mouths of gargoyles as so much gurgling noise. Undamnedable, the cascade of words flood over … Continue reading Up on the roof