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2008/01/11

genre

Exercise: take an old[er] text re_tool it. mend. send to repair shop. jeeps to lilacs. gold to dross. dormoue to kingdom come

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but none knows the detective like
edgar allan poet

and the night has wings
across its lyricism

and the deniers deny
the believers believe

but we are not nomads
and do not work for labels and sticky things


as if we did not know what the always ever growing establishment knows

its always already reterritorializing of the territories of text which unbend the furls of

the edge

it's all good
whatever
flicking her floatsome hand,
said Mona.

She was meant to be one thing becoming many others in her solitudes of fastness
love was not a dog in her way
nor
was
the old I don't even want to knowthere men before me

Love will be pigs but not blodwyn pigs
pearls before swine
hiernymous bosch
in the bush
hihihihih shall we cinder play
with our platmanteau words?
shall we
or no mister voices can her name
said Jill on the downward pass
video flying from her hand
in the abc's of nothingness and speed
oh to be now that's winter's there
to be here
or where
it's coming close to your skin

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play with the fonts|see what is poise_ is poisable possible porpose. like the twist and quaver of sex. bodies do ing it