Snow Black/Heaven Warfs.

[Music: Boredoms]


Spiralstars & Windfallenwood.

Tsunami widow spiders. The decorum where you are only night. Disarticulated the blur into unstreaming. The reversal of all that got tore down, "all tore up". You were so SS in your punk rock days. That was you at the helm of a tiny ship that was you and this, the bony attribute or - footprint put into print its own perilous discharge. Your uncle was creaky and greengrey from the chemicals. I didn't. And the did toos start in, crouching (did you see that deer), cornering and cornered. Inhalants his nicotine stains and other unforgettable marks. He dispatches patches of melting plastic, hewlett packard dropt a present. Happy anniversary to smash our interworld. Intermittent transmissions terminate by a shock to the system. Rest of the time and the times. Stage the death of a news anchor. Hitched up into icy patches of once there was a time. Before we, or once I, or having thus and in that, blood or piss horizons - why less delicate than the muteness of an arm? Said I was sorry and checked out, hospital slippers and all.

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Rabbit Wave.

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Last Year's Future Crush.

And so what if laundry hangs untouched in the forceful backalleys of this nation? "I love you", they whimper. A cry for help! It is left auctioned off and carried home by the island natives, simply for the fact that they yelled out "sideways racism" at the rally. "Give it up! Go too far and turn around!", once more an indecent rant from glowstick-ravers and dynomite-miners. Over years of indifferent bickerings, nobody claimed victory after the nuclear strikes by...who? Ex-dinosaur rapist Administration, the only ones with enough legions of placebochildren to counter the mainland reign. and determined as a matter of indirect mediocrity that all valuables should be locked away. Prying objects from cold, alive hands was bound to be an obstacle; crossbows were issued because bullets had fallen through the vaccuum. The Great White North descended on us and started murdering people. Tyranny and anti-Colonial parades began sweeping the streets plagued with dust and trash. We walked the margins of the morning bloom of sunshine for the last time that day. A solitary strain that never was recovered. Until we became intoxicated again.