what shiny apple
one long branch
now we have lemons
all the stack
explicate thyself
derivate the amplitude
other contagions
smash the face
so that all the disparate noises can climb in from the out and get inside our heads or on top of your eyes. lemon-fresh gentle carress unfashionable tenets you will find here a join with all that we can collect pinned like beetles lit by bare-bulbs glowing.
you want to get a piece of any idea here, and I intend to give it. it'll all basically be in little fragments and pieces. the proliferation of collagation based loosely on found-material is my plastic, and i've got the forks to prove it. focus is on noise and music here thus-far. things always have a way of shifting into the cold, though.
in here there's nothing
here is a big junkheap trashyard; all across the decaying and expanding
interworldwidemess are broken things broken links broken pictures
and this is more lettering for the vacancy sign hanging up on the face
of the broken thing. every new metaphor i introduce will be rapidly
replaced with some
other rusted bracket that could've come from a world-war II era
tank, or could've come from the backseat of my car. words that
should not be one but are one are merely words.
everything is probably something else that's already been done,
done less well. every tense is not meant to ascribe meaning.
traffic stacks up as i sit and explain. nothing. in the
stack section is a bulky portion of
what is this is what about is. findthings, foundthings,
collagethings. so someone else that will be in that section is
already was already has already done doing did something of this
nature but it's rotting like everything else, just as this will,
but right now it's not because it's using the detritus to make a
bigger mess.
When will this change? What is there to change? What is this
thing? This is a distraction.
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