...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
September 26, 2008
nifty and dripping like a wet painting the businesstyle contract as attractive as a social disease and labatory disasters the poetry of downfall echoes scenic romances gone bad fannie mae left freddie mac for the lehman brothers that turned out to be jewish so she couldnt marry into that family the system stopped breathing growing backwards like nifty bonsai nano technology capitalism for midgets like a pink plaster dad architects my dreams emptying lidl in a basketcase shopping spree just before going terminal impossible to shake off any suggestions to do it differently tight like a dick tie and bad breath the intertextual addiction pronto your shoes rest your feet with the avangtgarde of king chickens takeaway gang up or fall down friend colour my deeds candy science fiction and a turnsignal to the freeway a deep deep chord the mist hanging cold over watery meadows
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