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disconcerting disconnectthe wrath entangled in caustic rose, cherry scented deep disgust unfurling in the tobacco repulsion of lemon flavored taxi fragrances; dad's insipid wrath jacketed in green military, stock numbers breathing to the economic soft spots of soulless men as the metro breathes on; everyone develops a deep distaste for himself and each other. we live in a city of disgust, anger, disappointment, isolation; at some point in human history the currency we invented became the religion that forces us to kneel upon and present our daily sacrifices to the artificial superhuman which in some mysterious force of incomprehension has swallowed us with its continuous sine waves of overwhelming edges so you either open up your palms to receive the wounds like a voluntary scapegoat or you don the headpiece armor called a paper bag and charge forth with the darkness behind, in front, around you on every possible infinite side; and everywhere the human charges forth is a barricade of contemptuous, rootless andisconcerting disconnect by *ersatz-moon
titles [updated]clouds and bullets torsos things on fire oh space flux at that altar bled on blonde to smithereens flash bash there is no sound crows spelled a book of cats and tongues she didn't disengage running the horrified side-to-side spiral down blues like a toddler I'm I'm (I'm) not a person I'm countries hum raw (you throat) run them it, if hundred million one and and and me silly also to sing smile, smile blue line stammer uhm monsters with Sparkles medicine humtitles [updated] by ~dumbshine
oh spaceoh space I spot in youoh space by ~dumbshine
suns
slow explosions
build bomb-shelter
underground where it's at
I had coin
that was mine
I had plants
they withered
my mother skull
I look
inside
I wipe my tears
there's no such thing
it sounds it is
as if
the gods were
mad at us
it's set
it's
small animals
in laboratories
it's spelled wrong
I could not find
where else
or the spine
Sta.sh
