Lawdenmarc Decamora

Automatic for the People

Shoppers, take this time to please your companions. Right, left, right—obviously they take your attention via clockwork sales talk. A drop of discoloration is being processed when you talk to them— lover, robber, gender, industrially colour blind— magical are their …

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Listening to U2 with the fat still on your lip—

that pale patience of yours, oh, I could drive myself crazy from this observation of condominiums to Maine, old and bony Maine. What’s that song you’re guessing? I guess it’s empty passion no groovier than last night’s cigs you’ve beautifully …

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