Saturday, October 15, 2011

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The sounds of gas moving colder than you've ever seen it, small braying antlers jostling for confetti, indigenous melons squandering trust funds, Velcro tanning products, overpaid shittily-sequenced Agamemnon under kleig lights, a soft hail under bent eraser skies, huddled Sikhs without karela or marrow, bombastic algorithms grasping for tied votes, stacks of small vegetarians for us all to blame, avian malt, blue- and red- shift lettuce, broken thongs suspended by calculators, all the hundred billion desensitized sins, collective trammelling under perpetual yellow lights

That thousands gather to watch.

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