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July 13, 2005

life imitates imitation vanilla in a stub brown bottle

complimentary pore-cleansing(,) peel to follow

I’ve traipsed, trampled, and trundled over the terrain so much that the mask’s cheeky cling done sunken
a sag
flapping winded past
Spanishand Jews up to
my jowls, scales molted
down around my ankles
brace
let
my feed finaling
made of me a hollow
claymation with no life
but the
ever-reiterating stopmotion struggle to connect
zip tiny passing
each moment with a gesture made
miniature and smoothed over to
the point of inarticularity
and trial subscriptions
t(w)o hopes I may cancel at any time or choose
2. continue
2. be
automatically billed

Conversion
* Calling on the expository power of bsfucation, my dithering can reify the contours of full-spectrum radiography in a store-bought radiOREo.

The post-mystical milleu is left with ambivilance for the work
of tokenizing wisdom: the sappy is tapped-out and dripping(—)a drop in the bucket you’ll eventually kick, spilling the (cor-e)rosion running every where, producing a new (Superbowl) ring each
year.

Just one letter, u; give me the sludgehammer forged up
against meta(l, )irony(,) drizzled into the mold mill stacked
2.) Linger. Loiter.
The gravy mark still floating
high over
affectation
I may or may not share
the noncommittal nod
I smothered

Posted by peligrito at July 13, 2005 7:43 PM

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