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Painting by Melchior d'Hondecoeter circa 1680
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the
weekend was seeking balance and disorder
(“the
white zone is for loading and unloading only…” Frank
Zappa)
birds of prey, birth
vector influenzas, autoimmune protocol breakdowns, hemorrhagic fevers and
barnyard pop stardom
the rail car cages
were for remnant ideologues who might not be afraid enough of the myriad agent
population controls loosened upon the teeming bourgeon of the serviced
post-industrial society
the luckless
pedestrians, we were arresting and amassing here, waiting for processing and
pornographic manipulation, on the way to middle of nowhere America…the rest you
were already eyes wide awake and sleeping with the enterprising shut ins,
loners and hermits, watching too much television…
books were banned not
too long after the ebola riots of 2019…who needed the truth to ever get in the
way of orderly conduction of a warrant-less world bent on keeping you safe from
you…
we knew conversation
needed to come back in fashion
over coffee or some
other intoxicating drink
modernity loves
getting high on the past
there was a waffle
house a few miles down the road
we knew some of us
were never going to be sated until permanently out of breath
we decided to stage
the cockfights in the back behind the tack house/ stuffing motion-sensor vibrator
affixed squirrel tails into the asses of the pretty panty less girls we often used
to sell the trinkets, drinks and other imbibes/ every weekend we would make a
killing from killing/it was a news cycle variant and only part of the viscous underground’s
need to bleed out what is and isn’t accepted for public consumption/ and
whether it be our souls or the holes in the pockets of Friday night denizen
carnival masks, we are always burning with a desire to spend everything on
escaping, from and to, here…
Monday was a lifetime
away and right now was swept up in a feeling of pure thrill and dirty causes/
naughty eyes and the reach of fingers for more of what the ever bleeding world
of vices, sacrifices and the devices spawned between them, have to offer us in
the forms of salvation, salience or solvency…
