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// Thursday, September 03, 2009

Raw (a Drain Pipe)

Define the complication.
Breed the dependencies.
Spawn the zombies and let them feast upon all that is fresh.

Spin the agony.
Push the point into a maze.
Light the fuse,
  get away — and pray.

Splinter support.
Fog the masses.
Feed the machine (slave to the grind).

Stake the ground.
Burn the ends.
Pull apart with rusty hooks.

Sleight of mind.
Out of hand.
  Look away!
    Turn around!
Only to…

Lock onto yellow-red vermin eyes,
  as you become entangled
  in the vines of chaos,
      while a swarm of flies descends with fury
      from ever darkening skies.

 
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A stream of consciousness, captured and explored very much "in the moment."

I may hate this in the morning, but for tonight it serves the purpose: a drain pipe made of text.

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