from ill ibid

for Nathan Austin

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in the transfer from image to flesh he went monstrous, tearing thru every corner of the house. on for the count. in from the takeaway. unexplained vaudevilles eddying small the spaces of. sense bleeds. back into originary light. no time flat. I’m awake I’m awake.

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the mapmaker’s mind is love. hills accede to impossible crescendos. there must be some kind of universe here.

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no landscape but a procession of images isolated against a backdrop that looks metal. Dennis Hopper and Roger Ebert go by, because somehow this is america. the connection to country music. a salute to fast cars. ahura mazda channel. the whole family. full pleasures of empire.

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it’s all about concentration. body fragments emphasize the virtue of persistence, of not leaving a certain room. cascading rocks and a brown welter at the shoreline. this is because you have desire. this is because of a flag.

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a kid who will become moderately famous sits in an orange shirt grinning like an idiot. kid next to him has a memphis design cartoon head. people need food here, the milk runs brown. if it matters who is speaking, then who is speaking? deep under the message, sheer light of commodity. we expect the head to go human but nothing. great use of tuba by the way.

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dreams can be the playground of the imagination. no data

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when we locked him out he ran wild over the airwaves. every frequency, minute encoding, every thought given over to the magnetic stream. insistences teeming. beneath the index. the next morning footprints.

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partaking of spatial existence, ghosts coalesce. fire flies, feathers fall. being themselves half non-being the ghosts collude in all absences. but it’s hard to say nothing. a grammar of silences curls over trees and thru the air of the reception hall, with its wide red carpets and weirdly expressive jade plants. right now whatever note you aren’t singing is loosening the air in a dream neither of us has had. still, the wedding was a wedding. where do I end and. just letting the creatural speak for itself.

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biplane bursting thru a giant billboard of a biplane in the sky. a woman and man find life terrifying and switch to decaf. two cans of pepsi come alive and dance with each other. love in the age of acetaminophen.