Monday, April 10, 2006

exchanging water for wealth

will I always stare into the darkness of those who wait in deadened familiar, not suitable for the main course; gone up in flames, done up in toxic blossom, 99.9% similar, alone facing inquisitional preconditions for normal?

a billion miles away, I burn, we all burn, the ice melts, the multi industrial playhouse brings more boom boom to the local meat market.

almost underground, next to preservation first, down the corridor to a crypt like, discarded, hopeless outdated metal file cabinet, locked in a room, waiting for benediction, or to be seen or have new icons for teeth.

somewhere someone says, chemistry for the future, somewhere someone says there is never enough mesmerizing heads, dieting on crystalline traditions, exchanging water for wealth.


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