back from a long way

d i a l e d

push on back

e x r a y ' s

exray's lacault ultradyne superhet project.

every which way

that's where

pipe cleaner

moving

starting back up

nick veasey

be prepared

atlantish

reportswritings
possiblethings
writerofalgorithms
languagesfound
themusicoftenused
peopletechniquesbut
notionsdivorcedfrom
theactualworkarefunky
tellafrequentprocess
andyourlifewillexist
referencescanownyou
ifyouarenotcareful

dictation:

when

you i we

is are down

and life lives on

when when when

the mirror is clear

and buildings have

been blown aside

read between the

wooden cars

and the

glass shoes

and the

downside

directions

there is no

particular

faith faith is

not particular

believers just need

the streets cleared

fuck the interpreters

they can't even

enjoy the immensity

of their own work

not to mention

yours

keep up with

juggling lessons

climb the lower cases

you of of of me

a family

meaning everyone

and myself

no good reason

sweeping grey sand over

a round enormous dome

we drive with 110 degrees

of crushed out speed

we've ditched the car and

hopped aboard a flying rug

one wing for the druggist

and one for the hit list

we follow our uneven line

to a cracked body of

concrete, glass and water

tomorrow our wheels will

roll like mismatched eyes,

the left one paper

the right one pepper

bodies of small birds eye

five stomachs in flight

a glider of great ignorance

circles like a blazesmay rocket

a surprise comes

a massive payload of contractions

the engine goes silent

the red interior is exposed

without a roof or wheels

or a road or a life

with the exception

of those who stand

to bear witness

to the accident

techniques

we've got techniques now

improved boxes

machine water and trade birds

still puzzles and a canalhouse house

steam in buckets, removable slippers

cloud farms

indoor tin foil suns

we've got it down yes we do

we use wood only for the wider dramas

distances, doors, periods, that's it

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interstate

a glass world

swerves

time outdoors

with a twinkie

a huge quiet pattie

flying down the road

with no wrapper

the earth bends

a cracked wave

just repair the corners

our back's alive with pebbles

coffee

and a big white truck

we speak directly

with phone poles

sleepless moments

with a helmet on

there's a lot

of construction

to do

trading routes

new hebrides to low archipelago,
society, reykjavik and new orkney

black white color

although giving may
cause decomposition,
we still do it

common sense tells me
it is better
than receiving
but there comes
a point when i see
two headed roses growing
through the beams
in my bones

why does the vampire
persist as a creature
to dine with?

folklore explains it as
a black and white
necessity but i
hunt in a world
of color