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when the transit eaves of reality creak
leaves sway back and forth incessantly.

colours jump and whistles fly
in dark and pale vessels, we calmly sail by.

a fading spectacle of lethargy. 
a starlit zoetrope looping the image of a featureless head.
mirages of tattered kites and flags depicting an extinct species

the pulses of visionaries, beating upon a clay pot by a naked flame/
a vague tropical rhythm which coaxes the kappa to his watery grave.

animal's pearly eyes, gleaming with jackals hungry smiles
overgrowth daubed upon mosaic tiles.

(the river opens into the sea)

Animate furniture trapped inside a locked and dilapidated garden shed crushing the skeletons of people who once lived there.
A blind man walking into a beehive and getting a face full of bees and honey, he doesn't get stung once, but the whole experience is a bit uncomfortable for all involved.
The skin of Louis Armstrong hung on a brass coat hanger, ready to be worn by anyone who answers the riddle set by the talking wall.
Jehosaphat, jumping into an anonymous stream of piss
Assorted trail lines made by planes in the '50's

Sunday

Pure blue.
You know that feeling, a feeling beyond your years,
a ball of roots hanging from a broken dusty old concrete staircase.
Sun shining, voluptuous cadence felling of the trees,
in time inexplicably you will be better, untied and carousing
this is what pins me. Far staring daydream.

Far staring daydream, here i am not.
the white satin of youth lost in a level drum
hammering on the slow starlight of yesterday.
Sat on the step beside my ever changing heart,
I listen for resemblance.

Intuitive movements,
you are a composer of penance.
Tell me why, inaudible scores
play the loudest in me.

Liquid pours, the lions roar.
and the setting sun reveals a shadow
complacent of it's birth.

Batang

There is a poltergeist in my house.
I heard it go in the kitchen and tear things up.
The next door neighbours have been abducted.
I am alone waiting ready to call the crime number.
I have to phone the agency at 3.
I have a headache.
When I'm falling asleep I can see a woman.
going to do some painting now.

APPARITION

FUKAKA MILODI GUSHA FUNSLAPP FERUCHT FERUCHT CAMPING SLWDOWN CASTOR OIL COMPT HUAN WASTAGE NUBERED PLACED INTACT GRAVEL A POSITIVE CAN DO ATTITUDE VIBRATOR UNSINKABLE STARSHIP GUI.

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Hybrid vehicles, amassed in millions, trillions taped to the backside of winona riders adorable rectum. 
ZX SPECtrum, Atic atac manic miner  r  r r r r JSW. your pixel wife waves that rolling pin at you far too many times. Use it instead to defile the face of Leanne Rhymes. Cant fight the moonlight when you havent got a face now can you Leanne.
This time it's personal, , no lawsuits, no crappy time shaking boot flapping cock waving scenes.
just pure unadulterated lightly salted text, if you dont like it, take it to your local MP.
I chucked the towel down, slapped you with my silk glove. Rest amongst Plovers.

Take time, hunters, bring on the sauce. Where is it then?

BUSINESS MANIFESTO

Here at Marinalights, we have gathered together and drawn up a manifesto for our service.

We now actively run under Project "Truce"
which entails-

1. No Jargon. - Although we extol the beauty of language and form, business needs to back off and get some new tricks.
2. We will reach our branches out in every direction.
3. Feedback System - We are a fast, direct service, like precious sugars from a ripe fruit.
4. If you have something to say, say it. Typed and out loud. (order not important)
5. We will reinvent business. Because we are simply unhappy with the current models.
6. We will unclog the stagnant pipes of art with an enema that's been overdue for decades.

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BUY THIS STUFF! BUY THIS STUFF I SAY! I LOVE YOU! BUY THIS STUFF! EAT IT UP! FEED ME! PETRIFY ME. COLLAPSE ON TOP OF FRESH OVERTURNED SOIL.

Songs yet to

I think about you when i use my Stabilo .88, eat pesto bread and Ardennes pate. this is lifestyle, this is the beginning, not of the end but the manifesto is taking shape. The corporations don't encourage your free will and i'm a hypocrite, a sellout, a travesty of what I was before. No. This is focus, this is resurrection, of a new life, an age old principle of spontaneity. Rewired into your Sony Vaio VGN-A617B which you are selling on eBay, because you can make a fair price on it. Red dots under the word "make" whether you're European, American, African, Asian, Slavic, Negro, Indo, Inuit, Panamanian. Defying analysis is not such a bad thing. Maybe you want to get by, but maybe you want to change. You hear about the stories of success and failure, but are you ever making stories of your own. You probably never will be televised, a plasma TV or an OLED screen, tape it to your knitting Machine, i like Berol and Bic because they don't leak on lightweight paper. This is coming from the forefront. You want a quality product, buy these pens. Never buy your child a Parker fountain pen. These should be reserved for business only. No matter how careful you are, there is always a risk that your pocket could become flooded with ink. Are you left to die by the wayside, you ay think this is complete trash, but you will remember, these are words you will not forget, they are buried in your subconscious forever now. these weasel words, and repetitive subliminal textures, nuances of less than radical dreams. Who is the ultimate money maker here? If you truly believe, then you know what to do, you know where to stick it. I mean this in the nicest possible way. This is inspiration, taken from higher levels, if you read between the dots and dashes, maybe you'll receive a flash in the pan. I know you're not stupid, and so do the rest of us. This is broadcast from 49933:232/50333:333r We are not well fed.