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May 26, 2018

Gender grafitti

Thirteen rights recipients “somersault,
a select form in which recorded facts are in step.”

We map the growth of hosts.
The big dog process,

I learned from the manual, layered across
“replays, pauses, and Manila.”

Crafting ticks requires surrender to the silversmiths
—a kid, split into three items,

peopled with gestures and participatory cities.
Ice caps melt on a subverted, ongoing street.

Abr 25, 2018

Cushions

The vine stretched and pulled in slow-
Moving rights to the fruit tree. The doll must decide

On the aunt that worked in a factory
Before entering a plastic folding screen.

The vine has long engaged with technical knowledge,
Allowing the hormone to violate skin.
Toxic anger and its children cannot be held 

Liable if a biological attachment is subsequently 
Employed by a third regime without question.
By entering the celebration, the androgyne assigns

Helical torture to our understanding of kinship, publicly
Tests the capsules of his/her disciplined climax.

Mar 21, 2016

Alone, 1896


A lot of life went wherever it led, and now, the wire fence behind which pecked some free-range chickens, our roots confused with feed. Center recently conducted flaggings, as it has with breast-scale and syndicated distress, you say? I wonder why that option, called the Just in Case Pepper Center moved from “Do you ever store a knife to be whipped in their affidavit,” to “Is it hard to have  a new baby,” I said. “He doesn’t really take the witness-cheek.” When it somehow comes nervous, but at the time, excited to make what none alive can wear as bling. Canon warned that they’d be creative, there’s that, but they’re paying attention to the wrong clerk. So no worries, unless there’s something we haven’t factored in, like maybe anxiety ought to keep us going: it owes us that much. “She was the demolition, the people, blowing on it to see if it will scatter,” she said. Sonnez les matines. Who trebled in and out my door.

Mar 6, 2016

The Vapor Rub Installation

“When these attempts made in the light of the library around the village act as a direct transmission from brain to plantations. We hold the hunger seized from the family on the platform. Gasoline contained in plastic breasts. This was a short-era walled village that was scenic enough to warrant prayer and vigilance. Meanwhile, they are tightening one of the houses made accountable at 2 a.m.,” she said.

The Justice, acting as the Interim of injuries, neglect, once said in an interview: “If I were twenty-four, lured away from the ocean, migrating to a life on watercolor, gouache, silkscreen, and mixed people, but I know the textbooks they give my keepers and then the older one becomes a pickpocket.”

“We lost the house because they fueled our quiet. I trace the Greek severe-curtain before I could see any more. Never mind that the investigators and wisdom-TVs, aiming to offer a unique lithograph, burned down. In both houses, I found mail not even sated,” the pastoral letter read.

“I know I should probably have this sleeping in makeshift houses when fire broke out, and the place was a brilliant white, except for the tight, gray ink. The Chief shrugs and says alleged” donors of the roused “Bungalow which I have never seen?”

Never mind that elders on land walk on the bottom of the ocean.