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Friday, July 29, 2016
Der Hahn ist tod, lange lebe der Hahn!
getting back into the nasty habits the repetition the clocking ticking over the waking up and turning over to nothing the re-assimilation holds me in the here and now focus not on the duration the pushing existence of everything down the drain pulling itself ever tighter within an information density source of its own explosion unfurling as it had innumerable times before but also not buying into the consume distraction the engorged parasite upon an embattled system based upon master slave exploitation none of the have to haves giving out on desires wriggling up from the darkness from which l'existant is born nothing to do nothing to say my contacts come and go on an hourly rate
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Thursday, July 28, 2016
a life without applause
The headphones push the specs into my brain. Just another fold in the flesh of the world. If I watch enough of the flickering flash bang screen I will do away with the need for eyes. And drown myself in this industrial drone do away with the need for ears. No need for hands, because there will be nothing to applaud.
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Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Das Apparat
Do you feel safe enough or crazy enough to go walking around here with that apparatus slung around your neck? A choking desire to attract attention. It looks big enough to be silly enough to be worth something to someone. No matter how dark the shades sitting on your nose nothing is going to distract from the technological bling bling beating against your chest as you walk.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
persistent
My friends would just kill me if told them I had met you and did not get your underwood. It does not take much, haul it out of the basement and sling it onto my bicycle. I will wait here on the curb, nice day for it.
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Monday, July 25, 2016
the raging streets of the modern spewpit
Panic? Don't panic. If the v-2 has taught us anything it is that death will come quickly and silently. Therefore no need to panic. The time for panic has passed.
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Friday, July 22, 2016
peninsula lifestyle
wheat comes in and everyone eats bread how much bread a lot of bread wheat going into the bellies rye and sugar imported sugar and cocoa bring everything here and change the diet another mutation a nutrition revolution these monkeys went a long time without the coffee bean now they are all addicts how long have they been surviving since when did they learn to live none of the low salt diet trend none of the little less is more cider in jugs butter on palettes cheese on platters yoghurt in buckets a supermarket on every corner
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Thursday, July 21, 2016
honey, daddy has got to go to work now
the hard decisions the love decisions the people decisions the attachment decisions the sharing decisions the no support trying to support oneself decisions the racking up debt decisions the bastard decisions the sacrifice decisions
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016
get round to it tomorrow
ought to have thrown them all up on the blog
ought to have outsourced the data entry
ought to have built something stable and traceable, a great archive to trawl back over and dig up a good laugh
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ought to have outsourced the data entry
ought to have built something stable and traceable, a great archive to trawl back over and dig up a good laugh
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
a song for hard women
building in a stubborn rage a long way aways
building in a necessity
building in a great difference
building in a standard of living
building in a rock hurtling around an explosion
building in a mildew free home
building in a fold
building in a certainty certainly
building in a leak out back out of sight
building in a little dust
building in a little ink on a little paper
building in a style
building in a while
building in a moment
building in a few steps
building in a strategy
building in a lip
building in a spread
building in a jam
building in a big mouth
building in a push
building in a choice
building in a cut
building in a back
building in a gathering
building in a caring eye
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building in a necessity
building in a great difference
building in a standard of living
building in a rock hurtling around an explosion
building in a mildew free home
building in a fold
building in a certainty certainly
building in a leak out back out of sight
building in a little dust
building in a little ink on a little paper
building in a style
building in a while
building in a moment
building in a few steps
building in a strategy
building in a lip
building in a spread
building in a jam
building in a big mouth
building in a push
building in a choice
building in a cut
building in a back
building in a gathering
building in a caring eye
Monday, July 18, 2016
old style conquer the world strategies
building a standard of living, is everyone coming along?
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Friday, July 15, 2016
je prens la petite soeur
there are no more secrets to reveal. we are living in and suffering from our own boredom. riddled with alarm clocks and cancer to get us out of bed and to work. we've got to move these microwave ovens. watching bill hicks reruns, bill murray reruns, bill clinton reruns. we are allowed to do a little more with our little less, but i do not need a pretext to do nothing. i am so lazy.
there is nothing to do. all directions exhausted. without all this nothing, without the great expanse, where would everything be?
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there is nothing to do. all directions exhausted. without all this nothing, without the great expanse, where would everything be?
Thursday, July 14, 2016
read it in a treebrick
which way did he go?
over the dunes toward the rainbow.
if you are not careful this becomes an unlivable nightmare.
and what if i am?
just the same kicking screaming survival.
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over the dunes toward the rainbow.
if you are not careful this becomes an unlivable nightmare.
and what if i am?
just the same kicking screaming survival.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
a wetting stone
there is still a meddler in the memory. i forgot your birthday and i am only realising now. there is someone at arrivals. there is plenty of masturbation to come. a home coming, bring food.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Heidegger's Hammer
The mutations, the physical differences, the born that way are all future stars looking for their niche fifteen minutes to fifteen people. We recognise the hammer best when it is broken.
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Monday, July 11, 2016
modus ponens
If this is what it takes to bring happiness, existence, satisfaction, excitation, pleasure, understanding, compassion, sensitivity and kindness, iff then erase the subjunctive. Never be only Is.
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Friday, July 08, 2016
epistemology
Take a hold of the written word, the history books, the canon, the fodder and the fire in order to get back into the unsophisticated and uncomplicated life. A return of the simple pleasures; throwing yoghurt over an energy drink. Open the skull and look inside the head. Not a single idea.
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Thursday, July 07, 2016
a dry biscuit
Your dry lips call the politik free-trade, but there is no trade and it is not free. Businesses co-operate and consumers divide, fight, scratch and bite over the next best seller. You do not line up at the supermarket, credit card in hand. You are to be done away with.
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Wednesday, July 06, 2016
bureaucratic pollies lacking cracker
The politik operates under a notion of progress or continual growth. There is a lot of work to be to expand this brain of a planet into the neural matrix of multiverse.
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Tuesday, July 05, 2016
another birthday
I walk home and take a deep breath. I look better on the outside today. There is always a disc turning in the background. I put the spoon down and turn the burner off. I run out the door - MEETING PEOPLE IS EASY. I grab the first thing I feel, the first hand that reaches out, any hand will do when one is falling.
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Monday, July 04, 2016
caffiene and sugar; place flagey
The bakeries are closed Mondays. There is a single cafe overlooking the market place. An eagerness moves over the place; carrying out business, procuring goods, rendering services and, forgetting one moment to the next what it feels like to live. Two moments, a minute, an hour, a day. Today is Monday and, Sunday is a week away.
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Friday, July 01, 2016
as high as a kite by then or not here on the earth
Nuclear redraws war as a silent fart in a crowded elevator. The weapon of mass destruction errs into stalemate. One lunatic passes through the fallout into the colonies to piss into the ocean. Congratufuckulations.
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