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I was thinking the other day about how reticulated landscapes become when stared at for minutes. wires untangle into ptolemy on a djembe. or a raven misses the branch set in stone, predestined for his claw to mark. SWATCHY teams arrive! I pour kerosene into my hollow leg. been waiting for this day! my desktop saves to me this time. I bail again. out ghoul, starve elsewhere.
green poison stars leak info about his drippy segues into a kingdom of free hystericals. I leave my job, my condo, now I sit in the crosshairs of platinum centipedes wrestling over the microslaw. One day, wiping my face with a napkin the next scurrying through the icy labyrinthine rigatoni posiflex with a burning straw headress. I mean don't look away now. Anything can nap all of a sudden. I didn't want to circle the earth in a stationary prism, but I will anyway.
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