-Tangle of Ivy-

When did formicating vines, their unrelenting hugs and suckerroots pall in our imaginations to price cuts and overlit mall floors? A plastic mold with five pushbutton pow!action movements may be a choking hazard to tall children under the age of hypnosis. It only costs something that ends in nine and looks small like millions of chemicals and the livelihood of faraway folk cents. But it will never be as fun as letting a slug beslime Kelly’s arm when she’s distracted and the following guffaw-shrieking. Somewhere we lost it, the hours worth dirt digging. And we switched to touchscreens. We no longer mind the vines, what they strangle. It actually looks kind of nice there against the brick, corroding. There isn’t a victory. General Tzo marching and the toppling of a...

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