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Thursday, 24 January 2013
THING
a bad thing of shapes and barbs hollow and strong and reaching motorised and automatic has hungry carpet hooks they latch into for example 1000 awful newspaper headlines and stuff my head with their screaming the bad thing is a shadow of arms silent busy
they magnify slender possible doom into biblical certainty CREATE disaster from a hiccup and for example destroy your perception of your ability to cope in whirling discs of accelerating steel and makes you count the dark rainbows in the filings forever
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