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disembodied poetics

...my words and my flesh are both made of the same incomprehensible lie. 

a stagehand’s farewell

what did Puck say? what was it...? ...no more yielding... yielding... to dream.

corporeal ascendency

I will improve.  And next time, I will do it right.

dying in a land that was always strange

The wind will be all that matters.  And the rain, too.

a memorial of things

“Fluffies now come with 15000 sheets per roll!”

a turning

...hell’s got corners.  Hell, houses, bricks, belt buckles.

feast for the hungry (ode to progress part ii)

And oh! have I told you about the dog fighting? ... Delicious to watch, delicious to taste!

cycles of sleep (ode to progress part i)

...please say yes...

[Document 1] – lost in the cache

And, since the computer itself will be immersed in old sloppy-joe and rotting paella, the vent ports will close up with grease and wet rice and the temperature of the internals will rise a few degrees.

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