that long walk that one night

Freestyle with a keyboard, listening to a flea's score.

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culdesac

nobody wants to hear your shit your complaints all the cords you strangle yourself with they just want magic every one

they want to build a house on some land and be left to do so

in an alley a face and hands shake a finite water dripping

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burn mark

statuesque in a never moving static when no force laid upon

she stands under an umbrella the sun squirting heat into everything

the lemonade the dew drop on her top lip just a sip

and a summer gets singed into something

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ragglescrack

her back's bent i'm spent the lost lament and some five fingers look to find your five dollars wet hair on a hot afternoon dug down

everbody ready

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Here Years Are Seconds

"I think I've had enough to scribble lines," he thought.

The fan dutiful, air roiled about him cool in the early autumn wrinkle. LIttle wavelettes circling his torsoe. He imagined it was probably cooler outside as the plug clicked into the socket on his neck.

Blue and white and the leaning adobe shack he was in, full of empty bottles and discarded amp ampules, it all disappeared.

A 'brow-wow' assaulted his eardrums. A sucking sound and a moment of panic. Then lines and shapes settled in around him. He was in the Tunnel, he could see.

An hour passed. Water came to mind.

He began to think the meeting wasn't going to happen. But that was almost alright, the Tunnel burned with a million imprints in a billion forms.

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Lost

Like sand it ran across the windscreen. Sparking as it hit, bounding into new trajectories. Thousands of them, every second, gold and red and electric each one.

"Make for light now, Sari," Gote hollered into the comm system. No reply. Flames erupted, an explosion of numbers. The vacuum beyond whispered to him. Gote dropped into transit mode. "Dumb bitch," he grunted. Her hologram began to burn. His anger burst and he pulled the plug quick, thousands of credits pouring into the wake of his datadrop. "Wax, all wax," he muttered.

Gote made for the hard source east pass before the node went hot, passcrackers lighting like bottlerockets. She glimmered before him a second as transit was granted. "How do you plan to escape us, traveller? We who built you?"

Black like a vacuum tore into everything. A night and a swoon.

"The inevitable is now," the voice strained, robotic.

Her image bent. The tongue, twisted.

He knew they'd continue, maybe even find him. No matter how easy it was for him to get lost. The node accepted him. Light flashed. He was somewhere else, someone else, time was his friend again. Gote pulled the jacks from his head. He was in the room again, dark and humid. He was man again, far away from the electric teeth he wanted nothing more than to shatter.

Raindrops. A storm. Maybe today.

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rank and force

the spanklehorse and the fundamental it's a bullshit soda whipped on a rock looking like backs

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fuck them

I will fuck them with their own cocks fuck them hard tell them it's only 40 hours tell them they will make it out i will hold them while I fuck them whisper

how

it's

all

a

wonder

and show them the sides of walls the backs of teeth the twisted arms of babies I will show them the breath of dogs the fine sweat of the mosquito

hope we dance so nice to dance

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zia

with little steps so fast

she comes up on you spitting and grinning

your pockets get rearranged

and it's only Sunday

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remember november

like november because i can't remember

wide wrecked lashes that green she fucking liked

bloody turtle green like old wet brass i see her sneer still

like december our time that evil road

the little car that did

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smoking some hope

I want to say, I've been thinking about this too much. And what I've come up with is that it's all okay. We are all, every last one, gonna make it out. None of us are gonna do it alive, but, ya know what? We'll get there.

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source

racoons and baboons

acting like buffoons

in the backroom

and we're fighting

about lighting

like I made bulbs

and you were electricity

the street don't care

we paid our fare

the driver heard it all

i got out at the mall

fucking yelling

fucking screaming

not fucking

they say

they say lots of things

nothing really means

anything

but that way

we moved

those eyes

the animals

in the shadows

we've been writing

about that

forever

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told me

told me they did

didn't think

about it a bit

cuz it was

just another saturday

holding up pirates

out by our little by-ways

whatcha think do ya think

we're not winning

awards

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content

puttin' seeds down

they aren't watching

this side of town

anyway

the oven

so hot

waiting for

a filler

i'm rubbing

salt

off my lips

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walk toward sleep

i am not sleeping

i am waking

wating

wanting

cuz

i am

some

something

my everything

needing

caretaking

help me

put it together

help me

i

subscribed

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Mol Frum and the Wudnskin

like long time

the fire and the legs

from stone to man

to wander the land

plastic

melted

on

helmets

she is sitting

kicking a heel

the water

runs pink

bloody

in november

a drink

for a giant

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sat.

we walked about halfway

i had my fingers

you had your tongue

we were walking around

listless

blisters

and flip flops

they took our money

what we would give

it was saturday

and everyone was dieing

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dah dah duh duhduh duh dah

we didn't talk last night

but she weighed two eights

it was over early

and lasted until late

she gave us a fright

swaying with the dynamite

it went as expected

the roof was ejected

flat and out of sight

along a whisper of waterline

it won't change

just the same the same