from Cyclone Fence (2007)
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Babel
In reality there were many towers at Babel, each built by a different manner of being, and in reality few of them fell. The others continued to exist, each invisible and irrelevant to all outside of itself, all eventually forming a network. On tower became the lungs, another the bones, a third the skin, a fourth the heart. Those towers that had fallen formed the brain, babbling at once in many languages, with all of the babblers totally deaf to one another.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Coffee Shoes
found nothing sexual with of shoes blind spots and finds the golden rhinoceros milk several houses down pissing it off guy five years of red fur cup phone color of the traffic where they serve coffee straight practicing five too young to drink it for you some guy gets before a robe and his shoes are jealous the red upstairs caesar paint! red slipped or burnt toast! loving it this read neon sign reason to awful here trading t-shirts for logo caps blue suede drapes gone red! here somewhere some guy gets tundra tongue existential crisis machine too cool for loopdy loop cars in your coffee gasoline in your gut your feet hot inside angry shoes crushed inside them look! up there! it's the ceiling!from Cyclone Fence (2007)
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