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announcement 1: thinking of the
bus. denouncement and resurrection. let me know when you cross Rubicon. Let me
know when i cross Styx. Haven’t seen them. Haven’t seen many. Have crossed the
same twice. That’s about it.
·
storyboard, stoicism, propulsion, dick:
man goes out for pearl. woman goes out for rain. children follow the trails of the
slaughter and the slaughterer. it’s all fucked.
·
hunter-gatherer: it’s all between
the red and the blue. it’s all between the throbs and the notes. flames hit
edges, plastic-panorama; fly drowns in honey and juice. let us observe in
silence.
·
blunt medicine: the body is all
that matters. happiness is a flower laughing in sunlight. sadness is a colour
weeping in rain.
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bullshit ballerina: solitude,
painsong – shampoo-sachets lying limp on laundry-heap. we are living. we mourn
for the dead.
·
Wagner and ping-pong: who? what?
caves, i gather.
need and resurrection
Pistol-Papa:
Verdi & necrophilia.
...
·
Pencil-piranhas and Dandelion-Gardens:
Remedies again. A celebration. Bats fly all night and moon sings and stars
ejaculate little dots of festivity. Hentai peeks over asinine skyscrapers.
Winners sell. Losers buy.
·
Bodhidharma: Submarines in
deranged loom. Annexation of candy-wrapper cacophony. Now what the fuck is
that?
·
Pant, O mime: All the lonely
things of the world taken together can’t match up to all the lonely clocks of
the world taken together. Guns blaze, trams roll, world dangles on off-key luminosity.
is this not what i wanted?
·
Perfumed prognosis: sunset yields
smooth delight. Mirrored mayhem from the shores: normative, primal, talismanic.
Manicured moon on make-believe rivers. Other gurus dream from caves. Other
lions roar from cages. This shouldn’t have happened. Phantoms play sharp, soft
tunes. Skin grows on flesh.
·
Tympanic Membrane: Neon-wave
through sound and through fury. Neon-wave amalgamation – thoughts, memories,
binary arrangements.
Whores have stopped kissing since the advent
of AIDS.
Pack me a lazy harbour.
Pack me a pulp-beat.
Birds and Titans reach out for love
Hymns for the velvet puppets,
Sparrows of mercy to hunt down prophets
Diseased rainbows to touch parched lips
Night eats me
I eat night.
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