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They’re advertising tick vaccines again on big vinyl tarp When you touch it it’s warm It bounces a little in gentle wavelike lateral movement A few days later, even if nothing happened They suspend the giant insect down By multiple strings, slowly Bad mooded, hooded, brooding interns in chunky handyman shoes roll up the decommissioned plane They leave it by their truck and sneak off to get a snack While I figure out what would happen if I squeezed into the scroll They wouldn’t notice a body in the roll I do it and wiggle my way up to the tick It has a big red belly I observe it’s expandable shell It embraces me with its eight jointed arms and I fall asleep until I find They are bringing the tarp to a sunlit field At the industry district Where the bus stops aren’t named after streets but after factory parts „Decommission Plant“ We melt waiting for our turn in the furnace.
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
Decommission Plant
They’re advertising tick vaccines again on big vinyl tarp When you touch it it’s warm It bounces a little in gentle wavelike lateral movement A few days later, even if nothing happened They suspend the giant insect down By multiple strings, slowly Bad mooded, hooded, brooding interns in chunky handyman shoes roll up the decommissioned plane They leave it by their truck and sneak off to get a snack While I figure out what would happen if I squeezed into the scroll They wouldn’t notice a body in the roll I do it and wiggle my way up to the tick It has a big red belly I observe it’s expandable shell It embraces me with its eight jointed arms and I fall asleep until I find They are bringing the tarp to a sunlit field At the industry district Where the bus stops aren’t named after streets but after factory parts „Decommission Plant“ We melt waiting for our turn in the furnace.
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
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