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it was swell to think the city’s smell is less sickening than the soulless scent of pressing forests of bristlecone pine fertilized lawns now sterile with nature’s pesticide, the crystalline flesh of some cold, lonely comet. the forests silent and silicate as the moon’s lifeless surface trees packed, cartooned and phobic, like salted fishes hanging with no throb of night-dwelling insects to hasten dawn’s arrival no sidewalk nor always-lit subway maw as a means of escape. cause of death? no depressive episode could match such exposure; the mood-numbing nocturne of the inaccessible semi-suburbs marching off between the sentinel forests of the northeast.
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Home for the Holidays
it was swell to think the city’s smell is less sickening than the soulless scent of pressing forests of bristlecone pine fertilized lawns now sterile with nature’s pesticide, the crystalline flesh of some cold, lonely comet. the forests silent and silicate as the moon’s lifeless surface trees packed, cartooned and phobic, like salted fishes hanging with no throb of night-dwelling insects to hasten dawn’s arrival no sidewalk nor always-lit subway maw as a means of escape. cause of death? no depressive episode could match such exposure; the mood-numbing nocturne of the inaccessible semi-suburbs marching off between the sentinel forests of the northeast.
z-m-scholl
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
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