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put down my pen. walk backwards. each thesis a little loss of self-control i must lie here “by issuing a verbal signal” prone in no standing zone this animal stuck to my face update: theres no more atmosphere but a steaming flannel freshens sockets a certain railing a certain bollard a certain visor a certain rim a certain frame a certain downpipe a certain cable a certain fitting a certain axle a certain rack a certain scaffold a certain vent a certain trim a certain antenna a certain awning next to the churr of the mind inventing bondage dispersal that cannot regroup, intensity that cannot be quelled, root-matter and matter squared hurtling into mitsubishi vortex on a magic carpet of giant banknotes pretending not to notice the stench of the acid burning through every face the ash in your eyes. light is pain. the taste of it. a category 4 mind claps overhead. time for an audit of motorways. the gap between parasitism with no ill effect on he host and parasitism that kills the host. youve really got to own your emmiseration. peggy has a novel for the book trade. even databases need to earn their crust. there is a fire on the wall. the horse is ineffable. ministers wait for the truth to blow over, fallout gusts. the easy play of the double gyre eructing. the unheld wand that keeps the pieces moving. purple rust in the sparse air of evening. “the incestuous blood-line of the pharaohs is still detectable, but sublimated into an impersonal administration.” a precision to your nothing. such that it took uniforms and mustard moustaches for them to stop you going the wrong way. fasting, torn from the rabid clutches of the orders, now distributed by the global division of labour. work like yeast before the oven now wheres my whip oh right of course replaced by taser the handcuffs held and he was willing to receive extreme unction. minimalist shrieks. “he is, at most, times carcass.” drench in lacquer when done for valorization. the city subsides but we build on that jump as the sand falls gambol as the credits settle aggravated assaults and book signings increased by over four percent in the quarter to march. in the commotion i got caramel on my presidential candidate sash. many gallons burnt per acre. wearing out is a long term commitment. the cards cant all expire at once but must be staggered. guessing is a new, rapidly expanding field: surmisation studies. but you once subscribed without reflection to determinism and now will have to live with it. the plinth is void but cars are getting smarter. puddle set upon by leaf blower home is where the homing missiles are. not to be confused with the rotation of the flower beds high rises tenants wire you are. epoxy resin you are. and “if you are not doing what you love” , i.e. expropriating, “youre wasting your time” nothing but sights to see here. toadie to enter politics ties obscure buttons cant be sure theyre done up table legislation ban them grant special powers to the relevant agencies rape continues id est, we are ever constituting , creating huge fields of orbiting debris on the endless lino there is a map but you must first traverse the arterial at a pirate-free spot if i trip ill wake before i land the witchs hat toppled. panel come loose by tank neck. bystanders nota bene the cracking of the rib cage. ethanol delivers. rise above blacktop and lend an ear to the song of the charlatan. look through the window through the billboard through the merchandise through the model through the lens through the software read the code. tune up your neurosis and grow into the infection intelligence is artificial research suggests that it adds stress to peoples lives. another body another hole. hot roast bird in my throat. been spared plague which is something. at any given moment an animal a symbol an organ an art a technique a colour. predator nearby to keep you moving. research suggests that it adds stress to peoples lives. speakers float. still deign to argue though im right. speak only in the agreed upon formulae. adrift in currencies, factories feed. coke bottle stabs itself in the foot, drains then throws itself into the weltering black, where it finds other likeminded bottles bobbing. legislation “reaches out” to the “at risk” category. simply banish them to the e-waste satellite — having harvested their resistance as data the pole star gone ballooning invest or eat shit let me explain:
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after a hiatus of almost three weeks life will resume ending in the morning the desert of pitch, boiling. promotional amphetamines distributed to all traders upon arrival. as long as it takes. the minister for tourism explained that there was no need to cancel the festivities merely postpone them three days to get the dead burnt to ash. a mother attended for symbolism. the risk of a confidence crisis cannot be ruled out. a marksman crosses my path. emergency sun. “art must” said the president. stay behind the black line pop a dexedrine and begin commando visualisations if i think clearly, and express myself clearly, they will clearly all obey its different to the movies, more of a thin popping sound vines with nothing to cling to but other vines this is not best practice airbourne slurry airbourne gruel a rock dropped into a wastebasket. one-way maze. to get out of the bottleneck you must accelerate toward oncoming traffic. i cant be held responsible i only lifted it fully-formed out of the hands of the dying man, before dropping it on his face. seeking a host seeking a host awaiting response stand by wake up refresh loading even robots know what theyre doing, zombies are passionately committed. swipecard and fingerprint combination not recognised. wingless, i stand on curdled blood and iron law. nest still suckered to my backside at first glance this looks like nonsense. however, depositing riches served this purpose in the bronze age community held together by angle grinders it serves as a shield for the weapons cache the treatment removes a layer of skin dear john cage, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep could we really have made it to the methane lakes of the satellites? the petrochemical engineers stone. baldwin was mulling a twenty thirteen run for mayor of new york city. were there any pockets of air in the cruise liner run aground? simultaneous massacres in the US today conspired to confound the flash. korea divided for an endless comedown party of slaughter by proxy. a small dessert free with every cerebral rectification sold. dbt draws on cbt to treat bpd on cctv. currency is virtual. the soul is night. theres another world on the lower ground level, with its own maglev vactrains, agribusiness and big open skies. [cue slide of wild tropical river] any new development may just be noise in the signal. chestnuts still in leaf. at mid-century. our lashes sag with salt. “flaming bagpipes: an image that captures the mood of this historic event.” the air force will not say what the X-37 is for. family soup, family mayo, family lube, family moon. the day when everyone finally gets fitted with a brain-computer interface hooked up to a 3D printer, and prints their dreams. here, the upended reptile head meaning birth. i repeat. there are not as many beds as people. there are as many as need lay down at any one time, minus a few thousand. we almost collide but at the last moment a word a coin a grunt and we veer through the unmanifest leaving a trail of whitegoods and pathogens. his bauxite firm was busy figuring ways to beat the big freeze. a lotus flower settles on my desk number 6043658 mobbed by silent lawyers their book is red and very large frown into it for years then win at lyf pronouns a job like any other i fell into it because it is an abyss sewing these dumb shards together with a tin needle he is trying to instil national values into you, reader. ummm-ahhhhhhhh. tour ghettos for memoir luggage team scooting along behind snap the odd trunk for probity see this here cycle of births and deaths? well if you strap a band around it youve got enough power to drive a wheel or a prop, and then not even the skys the limit. pent nothing, pent blahdom. voices worm in to the white flesh of instinct. the earth i carry and burn. buy 599 999 coffees get one free (in the designated time period only). prams go by, golfs go by. oh look id love to but im too busy abjuring. pet owners live longer: they have something to kick and that yelps when kicked and that doesnt kick back. like this then disease. “distinguish yourselves from the commoners with first-class headphones.” we participate. we outperform. we defibrillate. (i speak as a bose-owner.) securitization ritual with mormon tie-in. pavement for lease. the estate family at table. the circular rubbing of the balm, and the haze that adds colour at sundown. youre only innovative because you own people. so far so state terror. it is without the wisdom by design. in the interim, so much to molest. in the interim, horrific scarecrow waves a fan at its flaming legs drives a flathead into own ruby iris and lifts off, giddy as nettles. now you are the idea you once only had. its right there: crow prancing kneeless on skip-rim, fifteen steel filing cabinets in its craw man hurls stacked dinner plates in they shatter on metal edges (of vivisected egos) and trickle down like icing. the mode of production you have selected, socialism, is not in service. please make a note of it. your looks have a direct influence on your success, so here are some tips to amp up your hotness ... we are detonating gradually. our foundation myth (dont fret we have one!) is a raised finger, yet which? fist was knocked back by sponsors, for shock waves disrupt broadcast of halftime show. continue to circulate, in the interim. hot topics: student loan. some misuse large amounts of public funds, others small amounts. but the difference is that the liberal party is not going anywhere, whereas im going nowhere here, in the stimultaneous emuleation where everythings tossible if only we knew it yet we will come together as in the tune and spasm. generally speaking, the hand holding the pen needs to be above the desk. but nowhere is it stipulated that the rest of the body cant be slumped beneath plastic is “going on”, but today really oughta remain slime ive shirked long and hard to get where i am left to my own devices i smashed them all in a tantrum these empty scales sag and drool point my finger : not true we are all eva brauns we will last as long as an ex“hang”e: something malodorous for something rank we are vying for the exclusive contract to evolve the next layer of the cerebral cortex. the air steward is superior: he keeps his hair cropped, for example the arrowhead wave-tips, a star chart flashing and the stench of molten blubber and the dripping fire lights only a tumid black flow emery glacier and the blind whole echoes celebrates itself its prismatic its manifold blindness folds like dough and the creases vanish bristles wets itself wet for joy for terror see the countless mouths gargling in the swell? turn around and look back over the void you crossed soon youll hardly even flinch at having to live what has already been written and badly you cannot refute what survives but what else • lay down dusty with the lollygagging star |
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