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1 . D R A F T 
mix inna prisoners of (A) memory module
territorial quarks vector them on, on 
into the, these lethal sand-castles 
 
we dig amino acid cleancut 
hey clouds flushed out 
o'fun with patriotic fire 
 
rhetoric eases a marching order,is, 
love me, love my death, 
what you initiate. 
 
the earth was still fully conscious 
the mother of battles 
screamed full face in camera 
 
SCUD: pay respects to a beached shark 
today's greatness a flaccid steaming penis ho 
stick with that mothering turkey hear me 
 
fire snorting its rocks off 
crawls across some raggy geography 
to say something petite. 
 
2 . D A T A B A S E U K 
 
ruins of powder mills 
stone needles, clear brown water 
ripples under cloud cover, 
 
touring for ever, awaiting 
themes arising, deaf music, 
a slow flight into bunkerage. 
 
start revision of hissing mystery, 
the factoids, I can't sit down, 
to rebuild a Sunday shelter, sir, bloody words, 
 
won't code, too much laughter at their edges, 
never enough bums on seats to stop the hard drain, 
drive carefully through the pillage. 
 
3 . S T A T E M E N T 
 
He has been statemented. They entered a religious 
facility. This is mortgaged language. There is a hidden 
connection with Young America. Simulation of purchasing 
power. Group mind living in eternity via sound bites. 
 
Simulation of purchasing power via hi definition 
sound bites. Inertial guidance. These inaudible 
children are buying imaginary houses. The Brits sit 
around a talking table that murmurs of mortgages, 
everyone stands up on the wrong cue. 
 
The helicopters of embarassment play at bitch 
salvage, with the coo-eyed kittens of bleached fur. Hot 
blood for a young epidermis. You can't misread the 
signals. Squat, dig, these grounds are slipping. Water 
towers are the focus of desert prayer. Politically 
corrective juices will burn out the dead white males. 
Find the loop before the beat closes in. Here's an old 
man cruising over the deadline, far far away. So bite 
that beat up, chopper some hot meat! 
 
Inertial guidance. The secret War - for a game 
show. The surprise is sniffing suffering. The 
silverfoiled baby milk factor was faked. The war grew 
out of an old dream he had, like a pot plant in time- 
lapse. Listen to my loop now. Bite that beat. I am too 
flattened, facile too. Colanders, woks, domestic 
implements - an adventure in metal. Habitual liars 
glided into limos. Stretch their limbs, easy. They had 
been in and out of so many hotels that they had 
developed a new form of amnesia. 
 
4 . W O R K S T A T I O N S 
 
a cat leaps forward, between the new kaons, 
an uncomfortable place within physics: 
non-locality is a condition 
 
other entities are widely separated somehow 
to be contacted 
as imagined, chestnut highlights on hair, no more 
 
oh heads of vocative texture 
I don't wannabee centred 
on a signing point: I have done no work, no shopping 
 
unearned income: an unpleasantry 
while the peasants tore her dog apart with their bare 
teeth 
Gilbert and George were lacking a newer refrigerator 
 
tissue is the issue: I is a live sample, 
please get out of your regular body 
into a three-body problem, darkly 
 
tyranny will be pro-active, 
to register the next of kin 
in appropriate symmetrical buildings 
 
a child becomes a useful jelly of time, really 
as its centre hardens 
a mighty sententia, sir 
 
a red spot in Jupiter 
keeps steady as she goes bump 
I want to be fascinated by spooky action 
 
her groove sex thang could well be (well) posed for 
altarboys 
I go, I come, tic, tic, tic, tic, 
munching an iceberg 
 
the friendly bodies of unnameable meats 
slowly unlearn, unravel their spiral bouquets, 
as the bonds rip &iquest;such mimsy memes 
 
I am getting straight out of my body into a real persona 
twanging the cultural channel, 
to wander through a world for the ruin of it. 
 
5 . A D D R E S S 
a brat paces his garden,invoicing discontents, 
he can't help himself 
to be innocent, the serpent, 
 
an aeroplane full of plunging Catholics 
was thrust down, down, they shouted like hoarse mammals, 
during his factual dreams of rhinoplasty 
 
he devises a completed psychology 
for the pools of theme-parks, 
packing in those latencies, frequencies, the splash- 
paradigm! 
 
this tree is used stick-wise 
to beat the wind 
can you imagine bare legs with difficult movements 
 
the syntax done broke down 
the qualifiers have failed to locate us in space/time 
throw out your bouncing voices 
 
he says we do not know 
what light really is 
search and replace the nights quickly 
 
the omni qwerty board 
and screed of grey biscuit 
is not yet a real good 
 
biology is successful repetition, almost 
and now a break down is a break up and out 
the aggregate volcano mix 
 
keep driving into the nearest silence 
I'd like to shoot more people for spitting 
the capital smells of black-out 
 
the culture of the bank was criminal 
but divided into sectors 
in a delicate thought experiment 
 
an observer is suspended between life and death 
in a condition critically tested inside many homes 
spangles blittering at all hours of day and night 
 
 
6 . S U R V E Y 
the perusal of an empty kingdom 
will be backed by plunging guitars 
overflow, the flugel of last night 
comes strongly. 
 
the district is built up around me, 
so keep talking of passing quim, 
a shiver on a bit of old road, sire, 
but I'm enchambered by trefoil papers, bitsa concealed 
brickwork 
 
no way out, but you can't get into dreamtime, 
the limited company of gods whose shadowy tubas 
control the holistic territory 
I would like the sky to slide open please 
 
don't go on shopping, the danger of bony skates, 
and all the bloody stitches holding back a flood 
of ripe bile, horse oil, what the feeders beep 
is a sacral shipload of intense relations 
 
try to excavate the underlying physics of this 
has to be a real lug somewhere to tug 
open the inverted flower of a large sky 
so a big meaning fell on her 
 
underneath the arches a musty tramp 
bounces his skull with assistance 
why laddy believes in magic, the swallowed runes 
often say you will get somewhere 
 
this is the pretty beyond 
oh that I am burning dust 
to shut your mouth with coincidence 
cuckolding a few clockworkers 
 
broca's area would disgust me in person 
to be precise: nose-music, white furniture 
refamiliarised by the minute 
if you keep the payments creeping on 
 
it is strategy in the highest formations 
that alone is the chase of addiction to ions 
you escape the lump you must 
not stay here with the stupefying tunes 
 
 
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