The Afterlife Is Having a Flea Market

He Comes With a Lynchian Flashlight “We’re like lightbulbs. If bliss starts growing inside you, it’s like a light; it affects the environment.” – David Lynch When the flea market locks its doors on Zion Road,the locals rock on porches wrapped around by moonlight.Straight through midnight he floateth down perennialon a two-lane in black patent tapshoes […] The post The Afterlife Is Having a Flea Market appeared first on Electric Literature .

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