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The lifestyle you deserve

lies at the next turn, a sign says, displayed in a place where ducks stop traffic and families picnic by a manufactured lake. It shimmers through glazed windows to highlight the outdated design of your current life. Its illusions are …

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Started

As the key sticks I can't write, the story collapses, it drops to being just a muttering, a thought, unheld, to be forgotten. I think I should smoke open my matches, strike – it slides quietly down the side of …

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Clouds

Clouds Hopkins across the blue page. Tufts with Oppenheimer mushrooms and vapour's glyphs are torn and tossed. A breeze pushes down the Celsius, gentle on my arm, like breath that stirs a lash, hardly at all. And Derrida's graffiti asks: …

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English text pattern

Thou art 2 ezy on th i. I do beseech ye; yes, that that is true is true. Keep humming the latest toilet cleaner jingle & follow protocols after deleting spam. Achtung, ciao, konnichiwa: I luv yez all. That fella: …

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Poesis

Falling for you, or at least in front of you, I measure my length, fathoming myself, Along the independent variable of time or narrative I find masturbation necessary but insufficient Stand on a chair and look at that stain long …

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The latest report

Country | Number of Deaths | Cause

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cook

you have that white chocolate guilt, where it isn't chocolate at all – but something you've mixed together from other things things stolen kigos from the Edo period Bruce Lee's arms at 32 fps crazy dumsaint and Barthes' kleenex box …

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guide

1.   walk with me along the pathway of analog lovers. visitors will bring food and gifts gathered from palaeochannels visible in the twilight at fifteen-day intervals. once a mega-lake, the autumn slowly made inroads into an atypical hesitation waltz …

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Weranga

The cattle grid jolted him back; it was where the green Tree snake coiled itself like a stowed garden hose around The railway iron & they refused to cross, the gap of fear Too great. An Apostlebird greeted his return, …

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1 in 2

one in two men like jelly. the hand comes to claim its prize visavis gough & the new york poets. i freeze in my bag. the stamp isnt one youd want or even read. cramps flower unbeknownst. prose though apparently …

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albeit briefly

i met andrew xs editor but i didnt meet andrew x. by the time we got the hypertext working wed run out of blue. the novel on the cover of the bonnard painting. thats a clock you dont see every …

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Footing

My foot on the wood and the heat surging through it seems a bourgeois grandeur here in the public sauna. A long way from the hot bitumen of home. I am no exile, though I doubt I belong here in …

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