© Korrin Stoney

UrgH I keep doing Duds!

Hit that joint on the edge of town..
The fossil skulls are re-constructed. The conceptual view data representing at least one paradise. The hero who survives to tell the story of the elovutionary gaps in between the host cell and the children run about the garden and the flowers grow up up up into the blue black sky hovering wildly there like a prostitute in the midnight hour. All soldiers are walking with legs stretching outward lengthwise and the washing is washing and the stars are fluid and the whole damn shabang is loose.

[INAUDIBLE YELLING AND RANTING]

Cautionary words spill into tiny little..
[I'm gone...]
[Almost burnt the coffee]
[Have to heat the Milk..]

[Hello...Sarcastic tone.. [BANG].. Fucking stupid bastard]
[Dialogue with no one home]
[Goddamn BUGS]
….pots that have long handles and the fluid words heat up too too much and they spill out over the edges of the pot and on to the appliance and onto the floor and through the cracks into the foundations. There beside the bottle of old wine are 2 constituents that don’t blend and they end up looking like vomit in a glass and she’s just so lovely on her major surgery day.  She sat in silence for awhile.

There is sand and sound spread evenly throughout the house- the mother sweeps it up. In the backyard the dogs run about and chew on bones and on cacti . The washing is out there too blowing in the breeze under the gray clouds. Memory device cooperatively generate using the output of non-mentioned synthesis a wrecking the new shiny things with lemons- throw lemons at it. Desert Island Game. Goldilocks and the Three bears much on the skin- the skin ready for preparation. The Smell of laundry detergent fills the halls, clean clothes plastered on the walls of the labyrinth. That’s the maintenance man’s opinion.
They weren’t too dead were they?
[My Coffee tastes like shit]

Allegedly they ask for a new smile and resounding the whip smack crack of the wire hits the frame with Lips dry. Christ almighty! What? Were you born in the 16th Century?
That was the last one and that was absolutely disgusting but they applauded anyhow. Perhaps they thought it shed light on human consciousness and how it might be able to move from one mode of thought to another. Perhaps, perhaps not. Dot Dot Dot -Align LEFT- LEFT align-ALIGN left. A LINE.

B. LINE
C.
Tastes good said the farmer, they all rollled around on the floor for awhile making crazy wild noises. As if they had been held captive by bees and slowly but surely the queen would feed. It was a need- a necessity.

BAcKslasH hyphen

Lie on your back with your feet slightly apart , arms at your sides. Pull the balnket up over your eyes. There is nothing there.. See?

Can you see it?
just in time to save her from crashing the children flew overhead.. over powerlines and skyscrapers white.

Neolithic ritualistic benign tumor
MURMURS [nnnngnnnngnnngh]

Jostle about incoming messages received and deleted and traffic swarms bussle and punch at indefinable forms with arms flailing and armadillo blood on his shorts. Biology as inscription.
Cryptic TEXT NO NO NO
[REFRESH]
—–[Dear World, we are recognized world-wide for our beauty. We are full of criminal ties and business shirts. ]—–

[PUNCH HOLE DEPATMENT- for all your punch hole needs]

[pillow stain] winged beasts below the living room will be able to begin construction on the 4 x 4.

Patterned interior on a plastic slide- click sweep- And this was Honalulu.
If the aphids are in the attic then the canary is.. Oh shit.

Lacking in the ability to think straight, thinking about lacking straight. thinking about big boxes and sticky tape and that Velvet Underground song ‘the gift’. HOLE PUNCH. PUNCH HOLE.

Diggin and diggin’ – the Big Rig Jig gettin’ ready for some quiet words with the soldiers and the cashier who is supplying her with niccotiene. Got it, Get ready. Pull the lever and release the shoot when the jaw opens up at 39000ft. Hurdles and expansion may be present to take photos of the great event. Multiplicity. Multiplicity has neither subject nor object… emplacement in a given dimesion, the whole peice proliferate. Multiplicity. Multiplicity virtuosity  transforming the musical points into the primate population.

For six years he has been living in the wilderness, living in the polymorphous perversity. Living in the self-conciously violent realm of the micropolitically elite. Untied. Unravelled. Unblemished. RECOIL.

REFFURBISH.

Th Hubbub-Hubbub-unnnrg-bbbhuh sinks through the carpet and into the apartment below. It is furnished with decorated silver and badly painted birds on matchboxes. In it’s center, near the generator rests the dweller in its dwelling. They’re just dwelling there for a while listening to Sean Paul and munching on Baklava.

NO LEFT CHANGE

Birds of prey circle and circle and square and put a line through the text- Through the TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT

EXIT

[EXIT]