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14.6.05

excerpts from academia [sic]

the sky was a beach of spiders that twinkle blind.
i wore a cotton dress
as you can see, i've you've been on my mind alot lately. you cant run as fast as me oh no, media, mmmedia, how many faces? me in a cotton dress with a ribbon to my knee. you cant bend in half like i can; you cant run as fast as me.
the narcissist lies in a bed of milk, betwixt ruby slippers and felt animals that play and run and play, play, play.
i'm the burning best.
find the river (heart). francois. romeo and juillet. timetables? loser.
is it that i have changed? in the midsts of folding, origami, parentheses, scraped knees, lined paper, spring.
a phone flex is strangling bunnies. bunniesbunnies. glue spreaders smell of amyl nitrate and a fire alarm.
oh, oh gosh. fairground rides, alchohol. marshamallows.
i rubbed my skin and it peeled off in the shape of teeth-marks.
i saw the lines and then the margines, as i kept rubbing
and then i became paper.
and the world blew away.
messiahs baby, messiahs.mangos, panic buttons. missing letters and crossing-dots.
I AM ROB AND YOURE NOT.
au londres. doctor, doctor! penultimacy and basic instructions will be the death of videos and memories, my god.
my god.
kiss me guapo, beneath the tree of the periodic table. kiss me.
my god.
my god.
my god.

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