the overdisney lobsterlonging by Aad de Gids

I am not a silent poet

the overdisney lobsterlonging for falling in an unforeseen

situation. homicide by suicide. what one situation seemed,

appeared to be many. the scatterdness of all became topic as

well as trajectory. all the domains flew into each other. it

is there but then also here. there are no continents anymore.

incontinents. neopostpangaea. the continental drift is webbed

together by informational ecology and archipelagoing. now

WWIII has begun. yet all seems to be against all. connected

all with all. DNA in a thumb identifies a terrorist. family

is dumbfounded. that little baby was standing fucking shooting.

luckily he blew himself to smithereens or that was also the

homicide. Paris was in chaos but with these hyperurbane mega

complexes all already is always in chaos. yet the definition

of a fridaynight leisure spray of activities could still be

used before,and then not anylonger after,a certain time. now.

a lightbulb bursted and everyone fled…

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:: mark four . four ::

sonja benskin mesher

numbers.

friday can be thirteen,

or something else entirely.

is it memory, history,

some                  thing.

he titled it profanity, the

subconcious.

so we write,      critique,

move dots and numbers.

deal with the outcrops,

note the                 faith.

friday can be thirteen,

or something else

entirely.

sbm.

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