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  1. #46
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    Denunciation tripwire lattices passage
    party position white-hot and volatile
    fissures under flight conditions
    cable minister for interior affairs!
    reflex rejoinder from otherwise occupied
    realism makes a return, emerges sheepishly
    from beneath kitchen sink, brandishing a plunger.
    Where's My Shepherd's Pie?


    Cut and paste by HMGOVT


    Near per irregular tax issue spend cascade
    seal past fen tier minimum pod wire nil ex
    inactive shell casing catch wire
    sink net torch burr
    amp nodule sunk
    keel rod reach
    to endures
    need


    Captive shrunk attachment
    Petal cobble node
    image capture steel casing
    iodine spend bracket
    issue major brand relaunch


    Cathedral sewage irregular spend graph
    caul of heavy salvage breath needle
    budge plastic code net siege channel need
    huge turbulence pocket crunch figures
    blink cattle torch sheath branch overlay
    asphodel fund remix feed pellets


    Timed feed-pellet release
    Cannibalise cancelled product
    in Vicus Circus of Rearticulation
    The Intestinal Loop.
    The Why of All Flesh
    Stripped to bare bone
    in the hyena machines.


    Memory frame. Time reprisal. Sclerotic paste van
    videotape fracture quest yearbook nearly man.
    Comfort as permanent condition. Queer node
    of overlooked valley. The furze in red flourish
    pit probe against lode unleash the thunderbolt
    loop back to first time, shocked and gasping at
    sudden pleasure. Huh. It bleeds into dulled
    repetition, forlorn knowing its gone for good.
    Rejig the remaining pieces. Make do
    with what you have.


    Distant cousin twice removed heresy by hearsay the crevice is ventured
    But never gained. Repast is a perfunctory affair. Feeling a dull ache in
    the neck, a sure symptom of displaced guilt.
    Now is never the right time.


    Fixed grin on your Butter Bill
    Six digits webbed on palmate feet
    Plumage shaded pleats grey frills
    Like snow absorbing balls of sleet


    Bright orange bill
    Blood orange feet
    White plume pleats shadow frills
    Muddied snow becoming sleet.




    rattle, kettle, atlatl
    otter, ochre, october
    weather, leather, feather

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    What once confined to glossy page
    Hath spilled into florid communic
    Youth sways in symbols but
    To what end?

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    Yay now we're getting somewhere! Thanks for joining in you lot.

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    Fixed grin on your Butter Bill is great. It sounds like some kind of obscure
    Cockney rhyming slang. I really like it.

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    seen thru closed eyes
    warm glow of flickering candlelights

    forms changing, silhouettes shaking
    no more hibernating

    altamira is now excavated
    google flight mode activated

    atlatl, atlatl ATLATL

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    Imagine not being able to give yourself permission to write a poem. Doesn't bear thinking about.
    Like you're not allowed.

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    Imagine the push/pull of not thinking that it's real.
    Do you believe in demons, you don't think that the devil is real?
    There were sirens that day, is your familiar real?
    Everything's real, fentanyl's real,
    The darknet is designed to kill.

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    seen thru closed eyes
    warm glow of flickering candlelights

    forms changing, silhouettes shaking
    no more hibernating

    altamira is now excavated
    google flight mode activated

    atlatl, atlatl

    ATLATL

    Imagine the push/pull of not thinking that it's real.
    Do you believe in demons, you don't think that the devil is real?
    There were sirens that day, is your familiar real?
    Everything's real, fentanyl's real,
    Like the darknet isn't designed to kill.

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    My internet is cut off but as compensation I've written 'prediction tablet' my new book-poem. Can't afford to give freebies this time. Too expensive sorry. Probably will send Sloane one. Only exception

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    Quote Originally Posted by luka View Post
    My internet is cut off but as compensation I've written 'prediction tablet' my new book-poem. Can't afford to give freebies this time. Too expensive sorry. Probably will send Sloane one. Only exception
    YAY!

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