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from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Paradoxicals

Today, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil tingles tangle pantheistical propagandist’s purloined paranormal mythopoeic mackerel. In the early days of democracy, democracy was weakened by nationalism – the upper floors looked clean and modern as an albatross’ labyrinth and banana toupee. Historically, this was driven by religious differences and oranges.

m̻̚̚ḙ̚̚d᷾̚̚e͚̚̚n͐̚̚ȉ̚̚y͊̚̚e̘̚̚t͉̚̚ s̍̚̚ı̰̚̚ȑ̚̚ b̶̚̚a̚̚ͅğ᷅̚̚ḷ̚̚ı̂̚̚ q͖̚̚a͉̚̚r̋̚̚t͊̚̚a̅̚̚l͌̚̚ L̼͎ͤe̼᷆͘ y̼͍ͬi̼͇ͩl̼͒̎ y̫̼̘á̧̼̌a͎̼͝n̼̠ͣa̤̼͒l̼̇̌ i͓̼̰n̼̉̐f̷̼᷃a̼̐ͬn̤̼ͫt̜̼͂i͉̼̩l̼̱͟ õ̼̮ǒ̼̚k̲̼͑ô̼᷄l̷͙̼ m͏̼̹e̢̺̼d͉̼ͭi̼ͤ̽o̱̼̣s̼̆̃ j̼̑́u̩̼̗m̗̼̉p̞̼ͤ’͖̼̯é̼ͨͅě̼̱l̼̦̆ l͔̼͙e̫̼͂ ȍ̼͋c̲̼ͣë̼́ͣs͎̼͏ l̼͘͞ȩ̖̼ i̼̹͠c̼͊̌ẖ̼᷀í̼᷿l̺̼̰ m̼ͯ̾á͓̼̔a̼̓͡n̼ͤ͞ ẹ̼ͪs̬̼̰c̼᷀͏á̼͛̄n̼̓᷉d̼͕́a̼̹ͩl᷿̼̍o᷿̼ͫ p̭̼̰r̼̀ͤo̼̅ͨm̗̼̔e̼᷉ͬd̡̼̟ì̺̼o̼͒͐.̼᷉͢ ó̼͟͡o̪̼͜l̶̼͒a̼͉͢l̺̼̘ m̳̼̓ạ̼́̓a̼̘᷅n̼̲̈́ ë̼́̄s̤̼ͫc̼ͧ̚á̼̠̐n̼̂̉d͚̼͋á̼̳l̵̮̼o̼᷅͝ ứ̼ ÿ̙̼é̼ͣͥe̼͆̏t̼̼᷄e̲̼͊l̖̼̃ j̼͖̈ū͕̼m̼͗͠p̼ͮ̑’̼̩͞é̼̽᷈e̸̼᷉l̼͋̐ u̙̼̥


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Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect ParadoxicalsToday, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil t…

from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles

~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found broken, people allow themselves flatulence, radicals regroup past prologues proletariat~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍ oink oil parsume legit~k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ ~ in the open world, snowy, bastje ^’~ 6^~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ Л͍҈͍о͍͍҆с͍҈͍н͍͍҃ s͍͍᷀e͍̮͍ l͍̤͍j͍͇͍e͍͈͍p͍̲͍o͍͍᷀t͍͍͛i͍̜͍?͍͍͢ K͍̺͍o͍͍͜i͍̬͍j͍͍̏ c͍᷿͍e͍͈͍n͍̤͍ā͍͍ д͍͍҇и͍͍҄а͍͍҇г͍͍҆р͍͍҄а͍͍҃м͍҈͍м͍҉͍а͍͍҄с͍͍҇н͍͍҇ д͍҉͍и͍͍҅а͍͍҃с͍͍҅н͍҈͍ s͍͍ͤm͍͈͍e͍͍᷁q͍̼͍n͍͍̿ũ͍͍î͍͍t͍͍̋s͍̩͍ q͍͍ͭn͍͏͍o͍͍̎y͍̦͍ m͍͍᷇e͍͍͞k͍͍͢o͍̼͍i͍͍ͭs͍͍͟ȃ͍͍n͍̤͍t͍͍ͯe͍̟͍i͍͍͘o͍͓͍i͍͍ͭs̛͍͍ȃ͍͍n͍͍̉j͍͍ͭi͍̫͍a͍̩͍g͍͍̓a͍͍̓n͍͍͝j͍͍ͤe͍᷊͍ c͍͍͊e͍͍᷃t͍᷿͍ l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀ r͍̳͍/~^e~ to be or knot too beans



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Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found br…

Travels with My Doppelgänger
~ Asemic Postcard 203 ~

Riding on the backs of blackened dogs, under the endless sky, the land supplies the enemies of the endless valley: spears and axes, in these dead lands lurking at the edge of a still stone sky.






Travels with My Doppelgänger
~ Asemic Postcard 202 ~

In the belly of The Whale – beneath ceaseless skies, the obliging universe delivers the enemy you need to these deathless shores, the knife and the serpent – The Dead Lands waits with the uncanny key lime sky.






asemic postcard ~ welcome to the deconstruction zone

Hello Again ~I looked at the ash as I drove through the desert. And the calm days, the lifestyle, the at the key of the dark world, and the clouds that float in the fractured skylight as they go to mirage mirrors.

The house offers river views. The first is the invisible darkness that overwhelms your soul. Everything is different. Looking at the river through a small window floating in the air makes my heart sink.

Nameless Migrant

The Dreaded is a thing of lobated undergirth
~ A Sequence ~ by H. P. Lovecraft

The Out
thin his seething
seething

Don’t hylobatidae – outlines
seething only –
must bricolage

blast agitating frothy
as horrors who form – Then and Forth

that those wastle dissolving
we hylobatidae a diadromous decaying
on retrospection in diseased calumny

Inner retro spectrum anti eruptions – bland seething my ever decaying haven been all

Postcards from Beneath The Möbius Strip 3

On the hill the wild roses and greylings –

playing their sad games

they know immortality

~ take care of occurrent memories

golden sand pills fall silently

nature comes crashing –

takes gristle souls sailing











A Dadaist collage prose poem ~ words in your ear

Photocopy book, who knows –

Walls may be on fire.

When the sky sings, the soul becomes heavy, like a post office. Tired of this list? Words in your ears – is that all? is that all? not yet? You can climb the waterfall. You can climb the .

You can climb the waterfall in fact or in fiction, or in a tin can during a summer downpour. Tired of this list? From this list, murmuring wisps, motorcycle heartbeats, the sighing ceaseless sky – fact or fiction? How do you know? How do you do it? Dare the sky and the at . The earthworms at dusk, fact or fiction? Tired of this list? Climb the waterfall.

Under the smooth pebbles – , oyster beds of memories and lost letters. I don’t care anymore ~ {fact or earthworms} – fiction % or summer $ downpour – I don’t care anymore. Every spiritual morning – I write a new letter that I know will be burned for safety. Walls may be on fire. Walls may be on fire now. Walls may be on fire, when buying fuel. They live on petroleum. Choices, fact or earthworms {*} fiction or summer downpour – Behold my tears. These are my tears – a summer downpour. These are my tears – people wearing photo windows – rising in the earthworms’ shadows – shadows in the melting photographs, photographs smooth as the pebbles defending the shore: The Shore ~ the shore the shore – the shore of your ears, as smooth as .

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Asemic TarotDadaist collage prose poem ~ words in your earA Dadaist collage prose poem ~ words in your ear   Photocopy book, who knows – Walls may be on fire.   When the sky sings, the soul becomes heavy, like a post office. Tired of this …