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Decomposure
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Hour 8
trailing sparks dulled on contact until chocolate paper separates and winded to jar bucket of stems spread melted turtle/shell buttons armed and fabulous bridge to utopia from facedown wet strips in repose (pose) with left elbow clasped, sending knots into lemon and range storage lockers salvage soldier's toast from a vat of stirred feathered noodles over the shadow air lapse hue shift, grows heavy. there is no glassy trace the lukewarm pangs of waxen double franchised turn and sheathed in taut string and tin and you realize with terror that behind that complex they already have the snow, shining their cuticles waiting on the machinery for you to lose consciousness in every home a computer, every heart an operating system, every sky a streetlight.
venting hall wait across for teal to halve with white peach moire split sixteen filler hum and hop, hand in the wind, mono eye for windmill interchangeable as the words in your job title: Il1, 2Z, 5S, O0 Qide. the best mirrors are unseen rain on wednesday, snow on thursday; day ships with night semaphore REM make a light show or difference words breathed solid to dissipate, never netted with clawed fingers evading air for contest's year 3:20 slow motion whisper and broken clock in a pop can (turn around, 2, 4) rub your shared experiences together to thud on a rotating platform spiral mall, gnarled polyethylene tails wagging at crossed outgive then playing full court in a cast, boots and redfinger mitts with yellowlined paper written three times with dream erosion (sunning) sliced bananas, toy fragments in a plastic shell put down twice the click of opening jerks time forward a column of teeth,
? evening wave as tracks carve and ebb across another diffused world on the wet rock below cat richmond in the shade of tv halo alarm stack, 'movie nite' in the middle scaling a one hundred foot chain link fence to escape in winter, i've done this before (contentment syndicate applause) liberation is mugging and jigging in a giant gold watermelon for preteens in minivans patriots know which bombings to cheer for sanctity of life, makeup, new and improved skin melting action もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com branch glass ripples and feedback flattened against a wall talking sideways something that bleedingedge shrapnel technology can't solve. mandatory leatherbound chains. we'll see whose ghost faces share an eye when they pave a church for a best buy, pawning gardens for pillars for prophets for kings for invisible hands
tearing pages from flipbooks sunk in plastic bags compact handful of ribbons unravelling radio face pluck a stippled list with rippled fist (soapstone) fix mist in paper cheeks braced for time's trickle and displaced wrists tossing torn smudges of a plasticine sandcastle into one of many dustbins grain by grain until my arms are so weighted, fingerpaint dries pinkedged and sleepmouthed eating heels and peel paint shrug in a partial parking lot, the last for miles and locking to perpendicular tire irons when snow floats on string around the exhale of unseen. it's my own defined and combined opposition and compromise that constrain the wavered tangles that fuse and collapse each moment a burning log pylon with pillars ascending and foam to ash, queue clearing review support the troops cls
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they were hollowed out, their cut yellow cages too endless to lift they were not there. the dirt inside their skin went too deep to forgive
that's three more points on the board you must be steel to live by the sword and darkness slowly covers the floor
then i walk home and night floods the paths ahead and each step to relive and start tomorrow. the blank inside my skin, too cold to forgive
that's three more points on the board you must be steel to live by the sword and darkness slowly covers the floor
let's roll
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