Chainsaw Articulation of Feathered Storms

Off the cuff medium length surrealistic or something verse of a mix of different classes of words, and find in it what you will, I have not read it yet.

The elemental basin of quistarkten waiting with glee for us to require boasts of fear

The closing of the loopholes; the waking of the giants

The loss of opposable thumbs to the sea

When without choices we became something we had not wished for, we then found what we needed…

But We of All the Small Ones are pained, for life is so difficult

In the aftermath of the trees era, came the winged insects, came the hooved wolves, came the alliteration of cubes

And filing for bankruptcy, we ruptured and retired….?

But not to be woken, nor to be stirred, Our Pollyana went walking with the Ghost..

)(*&*$$#@^^:”{]][} Watch for Falling Fork Bombs ‘n’ stuff.

Wickety whippets, Batman, wherefore art the Old Juliet of Yore?  Wherefore art the Klansmen and Idolaters and Tweets and Broken Pieces? Wherefore art the punk bands? Wherefore art the Glitterati, ever deciding your appearance? Whence the Man and whence the Fig Leaf? A capitalization of intent, betokened, but unstirred, leaven me with kisses and batten me with ropes and threads and leafcutter ants…

Alienation. It rankles suburbia to know these things, yet it is these things that have created them and then been inflamed. All the artifice of the alien makers of the tubes, of the printers of the plastic guns, of the postals of the wholes? … ?

Of the addiction of blogging… Of the loss of grades ,,, Of the kidnapped children and immasculated horses and oxen and chimpanzees and Republicans… Of the failures of all the politics!!

Of teh weather, of teh Kittens, of teh intertubez< and of the interior spaces. Hold, be silence and do not splatter, for I do not make mistakes!

$code respire and #code. diminish and %code. replace and &code. Sling thou the immortality of HTML and CSS, sling though the immortality of dissociatives, sling thou the ephemerality of traitorousness, and the banality of the Rubik’s Cube. Sling thou the brokenness of chess, and the piping of dryads… Respire and diminish…delight and sing.. do graffiti and vindicate. Alienate and break down

The angels of our evil better twins rely on you to make the statement, and they are sometimes seen at bus stops in the guises of faeries Aeternal ”’

Blintzes and stories, Do Not Lose Your Car

Nor soiled, but permitted, nor wild but anarchic, nor stepped on, but ill, nor Twisted, but entombed, not Hellions, but infants

The pages. The horror. The Fallen.

The stop & cease & desist & #code $$$


And full stop…From old stop motion project


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