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globalizationI am from Canada / drinking Guatemalan / coffee in a Belgian

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photography and morphed photographyEyes like massive clanks- gazes morphed to lanced boils, lungs ache and the tumour of hopeless alien weird melts an old painting we used to call 'existence.' / Ankles dry, calloused thoughts, skin peels to reveal oozing flesh. Puss sinks in and swallows floating zinc; immune. Consuming ex-cadavers in mall parking lots and pushing the crippled in shopping carts, an ankle twisted, a mother swallowed monetary semen, the stock market became the shelf market, and creation wondered if we were okay with frozen pizza for dinner. / Life dragged on and on, the world swirled on twitter feeds and Facebook statuses, the streets completed laps around our better judgements and our better lives, we sank to scheduled escapism and believed that one day we would find the light despite our never left-look.

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I am a Citizen.I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region. / I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion; / I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman,

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seminar (or, Chekhov and Murakami)Chekhov and Murakami came to me in short spurts of memory; as if the life of a keyboard was a retro invention sinking the ancient sea bona fidelis. Temper Fidelis and sorry larks wish upon the galoshes you wore to repeated proms instigated in large moral distances between burning barns (it's a dangerous hobby). Starved for trapped frogs with claws and violence was a question answered in blood so two wrongs made a state of nothingness free of wrong or right (***you nihilistic prick!***) she suggested a better drink to pick at Starbucks: 'a flaming frappucino at 140 degrees.' (what are you, some angry Russian aristocrat contemptuous of an English wife T-minus a decade ***?*** )close-bracket) / God is sick of two things: my continued and addicted references to Judaeo-Christianity and the dragged sympathy of humanity for his lost son ("it's been 2013 years for **Chrissake**") / you melt on me like a strange evening spent with a stick of butter

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taskedwinter creeps / like Rastafarian / dreadlocks

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trading dreams for dollarsover-caffeinated like a maj-gician (the electricians of existence), Matilda sang her morning brew a lullaby as she convinced breakfast not to panic from the pain of the frying pan- "sit quietly, take the pain, feel the burn- ***SIZzle***! soon you'll be a human being and begin your life as a synthetic deity free within the skin of metastasized consciousness." / soon the egg seized in pleasure; a masochistic joy overtook it as yoke splurged from within like bloody semen during bondage when the **gimp** has forgotten the safety word, screaming / ***BANANA***

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Some body.Silly, silly, silly me. / To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody? / Silly, silly, silly me.

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Icarus InsideIt wasnt long before the baluster flapped somewhere in the distance and Icarus knew how old he had been on the day of his birth. For whatever reason, the snow capped cappuccinos he had willfully destroyed in a heated debate on fiscal policy had him beginning again. Why was there always a beginning where there was an end? Fur traders used to circumnavigate the Hudson's Bay of his humanity when he was young, sharing drinks and fire water whiskey like it was all an H2O ready for the soul search. Sadly, many ended up in Hitlers concentration camps weeks after the Nazi invasion of Poland, about a month or so before the fall of the Roman Empire. Beginning with a last breath, Icarus strode off the plank with a new-found confidence unnatural in his niceties of long past. It was as if 1 minute and 35 seconds was enough to dish a clamouring populace onto the dinner table before the fat step-father gleefully orders / everyone to 'dig in, everyone!' / Cancelling everyone's appointment with Dr. Pardon meant the gaining of a key participatory certificate in El Dorado, and the gold lingering in dusty sun-beams was sifted for the taking. Some got rich, the rest got miserable. The rest used to imagine the gold, staring at ivory towers and lottery tickets, apple cores lording over old public servant applications near the city hall drain pipes as the modern world collapsed into a flash-mob image of Ronald Reagan.

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fuck offslow and steady / wins the / wait.

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An Ode to Pancake and the Crying Waffle.So sleep doesn't come to me / But perhaps it has found you fine, / And that's fine.

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