RANDOM TROMBONE + HAND CLAP OUVERTURE NO 4

it is for the rich

to have embarrassing deaths

in universes 

stuffed

with layers of repetitive

boredom

and black

holes

named after daughters

and granddaughters

and 

enough yachts and blowjobs

to sail through all of them

for blissful

milleniae to no end

and

more

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balance must be a peace time metaphor for war

comfort must be a peace time metaphor for war

peace time inventions will turn on you the

peace time cellulite horror dynasties

"look at granddad in his sunday suicide vest!"

the terminally ill will make way for the terminally ill

eight million cubic metres of frozen water

taco and beer saturday

watching frogs assume the way of toads

steel dolphins born to plummet plummet

and

statues finally commemorating the poor and disgruntled

andropov's notebook of documented discharges

the most boring of supernovas only seven minutes away

cigarette embers in the negative field

cairo bangkok sao paulo

here comes cocktail happy hour and 4 euro mai tai decisions

planetary SUV's

towers of turtles down Landsberger Allee all too late

children waiting in line for ice cream to rot

halfamillionorsomething tongues shortening because of syllables

designer coffins dressing up riverbeds

|PEOPLE SIGNALLING FROM INSIDE SUBMARINE]

the last country: headache, vomiting, card games

status: infallible

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brilliant puddles these

left here

to dwindle away

before appreciative eyes

and make you wonder

how one would ever cope

if not 

for temporary

entertainment

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