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GM
I grow tired of the drone and look through a roach gap along a pipe
betwixt the mining rigs
a whistle drew a wiggle on a busted filter.is the foreman sending voice notes to the miners - chanting 'LFG!'
the foreman became a fiveman, earlier, and most of the south side called in slick and stood all twisted and jolly on the inflating rim waiting for his faecal arrival, but he never did.skidaddle
The sirface of the memory pool glimmers_tickles m'iris_as if, I was there, potentially I am close to him.the fiveman
their gaze gives us freedom
if it was
indulging in a bizarre array of moods
would you
give dashes of blue
exclaiming "I want you" in foreign corners of the mouth
cool
I'm happy as your wanker
a moderately gifted user
poses.beside
a splintered hand gesture
it's OK, it'll have to do, but.because,
on accounts they may not represent us all,
everyone is slacking extensive keys
forgive me
I’m a beginner in an amateurs age
down to the multi culti crudely carved pore-less cul-de-sac
produced in a spot of brief revelation
and if it be,
then I,
wade to song in a dress that ain't mine
Unfiltered spam is sliding out of an abandoned memory pool. Drone circles it:
"it gazes with submissive adoration
importing the emblems of 'true'
then - punched back in hue - the thing shrivels and sighs - longing for the beloved silence"
It smells. This place I hope to leave soon. GMSN. Waiting for my ticket. Must be patient. In the meantime I'll follow this horny drone.
CUT TO: close up of drone gyrating in the alley.
"our hospitable nymph
as if stunting a body double
blots the screen
we - inspected, classified, deloused - admire her in manifest pride
as a sickly colony that pictures
itself
largely as a fantasy"
GMSN. I've built a neat recording device with which I've been quietly tracking this talkative drone. Not sure where it is headed. We're currently in an alley and the chanting of the south side miners lashes in its last echo.
good morning, snail