luka
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If everyone doesn't read this I'm going to have the biggest tantrum the world has ever seen
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Take another Chewit, survival is possible, even here,
though conditions are inimical to my kind,
toxic air. No signal can I send and none receive, the sky
metallic noise hostile to any communication. Resigned then,
to surviving, in the pathogens and mutoid waste, in the poison slurry,
the atavisms and the mockeries of nature, chewing plastics,
amid the folk fears
and the fevers, the mass panics, the grinning devils
and the fires.
Pandemonium, home,
for now.
Cheer up, what's the worst that could happen?
New tribes calcify along unpredictable vectors,
perform actions and disperse,
smoke from the
fractured building.
Strike target melt away.
And can these ruins still contain the gods?
The uneven marble flagstones and toppled columns. Statues pilloried
with lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Is it too late to distinguish pleasure from pain?
And can we trust it? Should we not instead swim towards our suffering
assume that pain is the indicator of what They
want to keep us from, conceal from us, the Source, perhaps,
of their Power? Hold the bar of burning iron in the hand.
since there were a few other memorable uses of the word, i misread this as "above the cowering sky" which would make me think of something really, really tall and imposing. not that has to do with anything...the white Skull Dome
above the cowering city.
the cardboard walls fall away and the wind from outside sweeps in-
also some excellent band names in there
perfidious cornetto
terminal beach
poison slurry
ray calypso
chewing plastics
sham infinity
universal sandwich
plastic gladioli