STATUES ARE A WAY FOR A KING TO BE EVERYWHERE AT ONCE THE BODY FLUNG. THERE WAS
A TIME IT RAINED GLOVES; ANOTHER TIME, HANDS. THEY HOLD ON. A KING WILL TURN
INTO HISTORY, AND THIS IS WHAT IT IS TO HAVE A BODY
BUILT OF SNOW - LUNGS OF SNOW AND EYES OF ICE. FROM TIME TO TIME,
LOUIS PLACED LIVING MEN DRESSED AS STONE AMONG HIS GUESTS WHO WOULD THEN
BURST FORTH, AS IF HE HIMSELF, MY TWENTY FINGERS,
HE SAID, MY SEVENTY, I AM.
KID DREAM TITLE - BEN MIROV
ZOMBIES FLUSH THE MEADOWS. VAMPIRES FLUSH THE MEADOWS. I THINK GREEN BUNNIES AS D GOES IN THE PSR. I SAY GREEN BUNNIES TO PROTECT ME FROM THE SILENCE WE MAKE. I TAKE AN ESCALATOR TO ANOTHER LEVEL. I TAKE HUGE LEAPS TO GET TO A GARAGE FULL OF WEAPONS. I CHOOSE A SAMURAI SWORD TO DO I DON'T KNOW WHAT. PEOPLE I KNOW ARE RIDING BLACK KEYS. ONE OF THEM CLIMBS THE FACE OF THE STONE IDOL. ANOTHER POSTS PIXELATED PHOTOGRAPHS. A HUGE BRAIN CONTROLS THE WATERFALL. I BLOW THE DOORS OPEN WITH WIND FROM MY EYELID. ENEMIES FLOOD THE GARAGE WITH MOTORCYCLES. HE TAKES HIS TIME FILLING THE SHELLS
AN ARGUMENT FOR ARCHIPELAGOS - CHRISTIAN HAWKEY
1. AS CLOSED ECOSYSTEMS, ISLANDS ARE LABORATORIES FOR EVOLUTION.
2. AND YET: THE BIGGER THE ISLAND THE LESS IT IS CAPABLE OF EXISTING AS AN ISLAND.
3. THIS FLY, FOR EXAMPLE.
4. DUE TO INBREEDING, ITS EYEBALLS ARE ENORMOUS - THE SIZE OF BLACK MICROPHONE BALLS.
5. THEY ARE SO OVERSIZED AND HEAVY IT CAN NO LONGER EVEN FLY.
6. WHEN ONE SPEAKS INTO A MICROPHONE ONE IS REALLY SPEAKING INTO ITS DIAPHRAGM, A THIN PIECE OF MATERIAL SUSPENDED IN THE BALL OF THE MICROPHONE WHICH VIBRATES WHEN STRUCK BY SOUND.
7. THE ISLAND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.
8. IT LEANS INTO THE MIC.
9. THE MAINLAND, SAYS THE ISLAND, IS A FICTION: TO SEE THIS, ALL ONE HAS TO DO IS FLY OVER IT.
1O. [THE FLY, AS YOU CAN SEE, RECORDS EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.]
DREAMS FROM THE DARKLAND - DAVID PEAK
WHEN SHE WAS SLEEPING I TATTOOED SKULLS ON THE BACKS OF HER KNEECAPS IN BLUE INK, I TOLD HER THAT IF SHE DIDN'T WAKE SOON I'D HAVE TO SEND ROUND A HORSE FOR HER IN THE MORNING. WAKE SOON, I SAID, YOU'LL WANT TO BECAUSE THE HORSES HERE ARE NOT AFRAID OF SHOWING YOU THEIR TEETH.
STILL SHE SLEPT SOUNDLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS SHOULD BE A SURPRISE. OUR WHOLE TIME TOGETHER I'VE ONLY EVER SEEN THE BACK OF HER HEAD, THE PALE SKIN CRAWLING WITH BLOOD-BLOATED FLEAS IN THE PART OF HER HAIR. HER EYES, WHEN SHE HAD THEM, I'VE ALWAYS IMAGINED TO LOOK MILKY AND ENDLESS LIKE GALAXIES.
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