with synchronization of inidcated time

maybe the world is like homogenized milk

incessant ringing of the deceased's phones

i would no longer be 37 then, strapped in my seat as the 777 maneuvered around Russian airspace, towards the coming sunrise   

the new generation:

one utz flavor replaced shrimp crackers, steamy hopang and pizza sticks

the quality of the wine, don’t mention

meal portion reduced by a third

one thing to look forward to was another cigarette with ___ one day at another sundown across the skypiercers

where they do not believe that all popes since st peter, including peter, are illegitimate

you spawn onto a verdant clearing. in every direction through a vast veil of fog see nothing but the trees in the distance. still air don't conduct sound. it's all muted. no sooner does the silence shoot shivers down your spine than you realize that you are deaf.

tripe-shaped clouds

gordal olives

cute vehicles of destruction

the stench of blood in a cab to her hairdresser made us green

clips of her hair were perfectly crescent as they dried on resin

no will to posterity remained fleeting 

 

the plastics reflected homo of their producers