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Every long poem composed to the space in an empty car
etheral fragile snowflake like demands to be expressed
crumpled and thrown away into a void with things in it
a quiet inevitable decay punctuated by outburts of oh this doesnt belong here
spikes of pain in a tappering plot
all the energy in the world cant get the neurons to start firing again
as well they shouldnt
infinite compost but maybe only the void with things in it is infinite
certainly nothing with the capabality to count
and measure
money and time
desire
my feeling
hurt
lost to toilet bowls, empty car cabins
motion through it
lost until no one is satisfied anymore
stasis
getting over
by
trans fat and electromechanical transducers
bacon fat and everclear
expression is directly correlated to environment
to how you feel
a memory is something that also invests of yourself
a most corruptable network of glyphs strung like vapor
i mean like a slide show on wet papyrus
i mean
im sorry brad pitt, tim heidecker
im sorry to richard ray's friend lazer
spent an hour drawing a old timey cash register man
hallucinogens
i was the only one who went to jail
and dave burns
they got us holding that old lady in the sky up at knife point
and breaking into atm machines
and smashing the windows in the banks of southern manhattan
who is it for?
like a prayer
meant to apologize, atone for looking bad naked
two roots, simultaneous roots
