16 Quotes by Bremer Acosta

black cloudsdrifting through starlight

light stills dustinto the steelguitar strings

Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?

blueredyellowflowers,flies picking through adeer's furuntil bone

hands fullof wrinkledsunlight andshadow

I ravedwe will find soulin 5g of dry mushrooms,humbled by the worldnot put into wordssit in nature,just listentears after lengthy laughter

All the latchkey children cursed and smashed bottles, teased about underwear, and puffed on those unfiltered cigarettes that only the cowboys could roll.