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in this lasting thick sop of heat people protect their dearest habitually and who knows how long that shall last ?/ all acts are weighed upon/ the neighbourhood is rough/ the swelter raises all the gritty flavours level with all our senses/ some spend time on the rooftops but it’s not avoidable there/ tasks are monument : the hateful hurting malnourished bodies are there own enemy a struggle to perform basic life/ the fever beat breeds the pollution and the pollution is solvent in the population/ it’s a barbed experience working to perspire/ we’re cast where we began : occupied animals and when the day sinks then begin the dog nights/ people are game for a fight/ of all this i take my leave/ i seek to study/ i want to shut down/ i need decay/ i’ve stalked from this blazing environment/ i’ve gotten far underground/ removed a grate from our buildings basement/ followed rungs to a cool drainage tunnel/ not far along that I discovered a hunch in the cities material edged through a crack/ ever downwards by touch................/ i’ve found a damp corner within a ruin beneath the ground within another city built over once and then again by the current inhabited one/ this is location/ from the summers heat and from the social wheeling/ Quick to go fungal I adjust my body temperature and mottle the skin of my stowed carrier/ I regard my blood beats and concentrate marking them slower and slower/ I retract to operate on minimal features/ I become a dominance of my thought stream and narrow it to almost nothing/ I’m a short stop from from coma or organic breakdown I am now dedicated , thoroughly , to the one study
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
Barbed (the eighth day)
in this lasting thick sop of heat people protect their dearest habitually and who knows how long that shall last ?/ all acts are weighed upon/ the neighbourhood is rough/ the swelter raises all the gritty flavours level with all our senses/ some spend time on the rooftops but it’s not avoidable there/ tasks are monument : the hateful hurting malnourished bodies are there own enemy a struggle to perform basic life/ the fever beat breeds the pollution and the pollution is solvent in the population/ it’s a barbed experience working to perspire/ we’re cast where we began : occupied animals and when the day sinks then begin the dog nights/ people are game for a fight/ of all this i take my leave/ i seek to study/ i want to shut down/ i need decay/ i’ve stalked from this blazing environment/ i’ve gotten far underground/ removed a grate from our buildings basement/ followed rungs to a cool drainage tunnel/ not far along that I discovered a hunch in the cities material edged through a crack/ ever downwards by touch................/ i’ve found a damp corner within a ruin beneath the ground within another city built over once and then again by the current inhabited one/ this is location/ from the summers heat and from the social wheeling/ Quick to go fungal I adjust my body temperature and mottle the skin of my stowed carrier/ I regard my blood beats and concentrate marking them slower and slower/ I retract to operate on minimal features/ I become a dominance of my thought stream and narrow it to almost nothing/ I’m a short stop from from coma or organic breakdown I am now dedicated , thoroughly , to the one study
neth-jones
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
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