valhalla through the windshield

in this polymer are bacteria
from a trilobytten info stream.
or at least you hope it will
last that long. triglyceride anaphlaxins
rolls on my tongue, buttery with chunks
of yesterday's mainlines.

i was becoming more real by the second.
a transfection of the neuronic you
where coins become phrases parsed across
the landscape of my skin. brain curves
folding themselves loveresque into body pillows.
let's cuddle with the music you put in my head.
i was becoming so real death presents itself as christ.















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did you know i have houseguests this week?
they've been unobtrusive for the most part
but my caffeine rations were cut in half
and my nicotine sticks have found other uses
for time. in other words. i think they might
have taken more hospitality than i offer.
my gut twinges with the paycheck withdrawal.
still a monkey girl wishing to be seen
as generous. still counting beans. eating them.
pasting them on the tiles in hopes of a piece of art.



sigh.
and you think your soul is coreless.
mine melted a while back, now i'm just a fractal
of what i was. the view from back here is vertiginous
considering how firmly i was in the dirt.
i'm two inches off the ground combining blues and reds
in a effort to find null again. even tho i don't really
want it. kurst, bring me your mind again
so i can let go of this one.



i crave synaptic novelty. zero emission futures-
not hybrid at all, a twins seperated at birth met n married
kind of story.
but with a new ending. i dunno what new ending dammit
i'm waiting for the one you make.




























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why can't i lose "my" mind?




































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my heart is a paper orange
in green tea. smells like spirit
us sanitized, stink of sanctified.


i fall in to bed saying everyone uses
everyone else. resolve to be solo. as if fuel
cells don't need recharge. as if the solo schism
doesn't contain you at all. only me. i'm the only user
dammit. don't hijack my network.





















hey 2 jack.

















we chattin tonite? i got a new diet i want to try out.
that or i'm gonna go see bill sing a couple of my favorite songs.
i like being a fan. hope that don't make more than a thread
of groupie/stalker/cougar in the artist's mind. cuz i'm
feeling this age: stale cracker and canned cheese. applaudience
from the sidelines a good anonymous dineout. all that drama
draining energy invasion reserved for your skin. i don't change
the channel as much as it changes itself, cuz time is its own reward.


you might be focusing on the you
and i might be floodliting on the we
or maybe that's stealing a wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
just to be natively resonant. or was that your
thunder or was that your private moment, exposed
by mistake when you flashed your semi automatics
in the direction of me...was it question. mark.
period. a punctuality duality drift into the fogs of time.
stentorious. deletably yrs. someone bring me a
bottle of sagacious and a lime. a sagebrush to paint with.
some match for this fire.


























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out t/here in the iplace

chose a sailor to see what exciting ad
ventures await you in the navy. do not be alarmed
at the war waging in the background, it's on totally
landlocked territory. think of us as the bus ride