Saturday, 27 March 2010

Pastoralis, beaten and behoven

The needle broke, for the record, and the bloody backwash gushed to form a calamitous cacophony of dapple-spray over the porous, unshaven, camouflage visage of junkie-dom. And the shame of the shameless lowered its head before the protestation of bitter joy and low-cal saccharine sentiment, geyser riddled with regret. Not deaf but no longer hearing. Register. Scale. Cadence. Biometric beat ... beat. Beat. Arrhythmic pulse counterpoints skipping realisation of approaching tangential failure. Emetic discharge charged. I'm sorry Dave.

Open the pod doors HAL.


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