Tuesday, February 19, 2013

What Went Wrong With Us.

Nothing must forge its factual clew

the supernatural advertisement
wasted among the banging leaves
a slavery to fins threw the teeth

How came I to Galahad?

A flame for meat candle duck impetusked as tea
through a blind blue bottle's silken padded stand,
O Faust as a tuft of burping punked


sic transit gloria mundi

they were barely living in america

O Woe, and vicarious couches

Arch noise toward the great campaign

all feat all foster

the might and maw of the absolute text

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