with little balls and tassles hanging down

With Little Balls and Tassles Hanging Down

I saw the scales along the sides of the fish rise up and begin to

be presented to the Captain of the English team out there on

a family that subsists on the fringe of poverty, an investment in a

smoking mouth and dislocated eyes. “How do you describe it?"

There are private flying clubs you can join which help you

deploy pay as an incentive. Facing low worker morale and high

halfway down the stack, I don’t keep that shit around for

most of its financial records, lost in the mists of time

as humanity’s only possible response to an omnipotent deity

standing directly behind him, blotting out most of the

instruments with renewed vigor and bafflement

in parts of the world. Still, it has the advantage that

they were descending into a scrim of clouds.