the mix of all things transient
in the glow of a blinking red light
an intersection
paradigm police patrol the possibilities of what is real
while onlookers eat chicken soup and hold score cards
7.2
6
10!
now the world is spinning like a centrifuge
and our contestant peels from the wall
jumping spaces before the music stops
a slow drag crackles, burns
the urge
and then the purge
and now, the declining posture
evidence of incest
-mind fucking the body
-body fucking the mind
the blinking red becomes blinking yellow
proceed....
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proceed with caution...the potion in the motion is liquid like muscle and brain puree on warm toast and tomato juice and glass splattered accross the table...another kleyman...blink blink blink blink blink blink blink blink clink blink blink blink it's just a machine talking to you it's not you it's not you it's not you it's just a machine it's not me
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