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Shrapnel CostumesInside the desert island ruckus of London, ONShrapnel Costumes
Alpha Tai Sigma sat in Circled Reflection,
Coughing worried ideas through the blind of candlelight beards
Speaking into blackness like satellites, and waiting,
For something better than here and now
Wating with the same blank anxiety as the outside club line-ups dangling in a great Wonderland™-ride yawn.
I dropped MDMA-potency jingo bombs,
And their hands rutted with applause,
For once united and forgetful of each other,
Letting ebb the in-politics torn off Manikins, Manikins, Manikins
Who would gesture in the buzzin
by ~asphaltpinata
BlursChange fingers surround/(are surrounded) Mosaics of silent textiles orbitBlurs
Feathered by the wiring of HR labyrinths, an optical rhizome They shrug indifferently, reading billion-year-old messages What does the arcane sign language sign? At daybreak: robot Consuelas beat the chemical rugs They marble the meat of yesterday A dive, further piling the entropy of entrophobia I relinquish the sales force and fill my fingers with mortar I build pillars for the backroomers
Pillars for them to gaze at forever Their salt mines erode the hieroglyphics into bottomless fractals Their
by ~asphaltpinata
PompeiiHarbinger touristsPompeii
Hijacking awareness Preachers to the unfazed-by-quantitative ‘Run and guzzle while running’ ‘Merge and be acquired’
The Corp $$$ Man, the augury: 'these heavy pockets you drag, will drown you in the flood' AKA: The Roaming Conjugator He will find you a juice machine To make $V8 out of your fragile pulp
An umbrella-umbrella to shield you from the sarcophagus rain Snap-fitting a new model of migrant in a fresh econosphere In the quivering wake of broken managerial hopes
The R&R Man, the patron: 'This place is a house of A**holes, you have
by ~asphaltpinata
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AMPHIPRION
I have been a bloodless fish tossed about with wild blank eyes -- whiter than the foam that smashed me into rocks that flaked my scales and sent them scattering gold vermillion flashing at the knees of stinking fishermen
that bent to taste me,
one hand in the folds of their trousers where they started to stiffen and the edges of their boots all caked with guts.
With salt crust forming in the corners of their lips they turned to face each other, to shake hands or
compare rod size -- I made this community! A limp queen rotting into
by ~fauxgravity
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- Current Residence: Toronto
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- Favourite band or musician: The Walkmen
- Favourite genre of music: Sound
- Favourite artist: Whoever invented Santa™
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