the negative pumping of water

science is at it agian,
wants to target cells with plant derived
delivery systems
an uber of the\\\\\\\\\\\\cellular type
giving us things we need,
red pilled assassins in the stream

it seems the nexus is at it again, terrance
  the music of man i knew before
i knew the man in my bed,   friend zoney
music bound. you play the soundtrack to our
cloistered debates, sitting in the corner
with a cheap speaker and a synth.

there's always a reason you close a shitload of reference windows
with a stroke, accidentally. even if only for the sacrifice of it, unwitting
the pennies go to heaven. recently closed tabs. google did it for ya.
not to worry, the machine is thinking ahead of your gaffes
the ancient paramiliatry march in the capital, offences of thought
speech and accent betraying la revolucion in infancy. snuffed
with a knife in the bedroom, defenseless and the perp a corpse
beside you. the wind up theramin nightmares in the trees.
october approacheth with your keys.


the smoke is almost double wall pressure good.
you want to keep it simple but the organ won't let you
it pierces the exhaled trail, sniffs out hiding places
bays at the river where he vanished for a moment
picks you up on the far side. let me be clear. the body fails
disapates, ebbs and flows, a wave pattern on the beach
covered in foot prints. words fail. images get wiped.- today
is a new day, drawn up with biomemetics
 from a butterfly's wing pattern.
 let the light in seven different ways and still
no synthesis. you think plants have beaten you but
you don't understand that if you master them
it's you who've won. not synthetic photosynthesis
the thing, the seed, root , stem and stamen. on demand.
the process man, the process!


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if we don't hurry we won't be able to have that sex all day.
ah shit, it's already tomorrow.












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interesting factoid. they're making gels
that are lighter than water drops.
what uses they put them to
are the consumers' to decide.













**99999







off in asheville, lights blink against dark walls
 cool voices call for fall to begin. weary
of  incessant growth we bow, teary
eyed, beg for sleep, dropping leaves, all

snuggled, ready for winter. grab a good
drink, a book- antisocial acceptance
in cold clime hermetics- gather  trance stance
around, pretend i'm snowbound, pull my hood

up, cover my face , drink excessively
for warmth. .swirling snow makes me dizzy then
drizzles soft on a disney mannequin
town in a snowglobe, held possesively.

  i shake it again,  a cold winter replica
erupts. i shiver in my air cooled sepulcher.