the consuming masses pound plastic into mausoleum ~ 'she never had a problem that wasnt in fashion' wrote richard stark in 1962 seeing the latent instagram in us ~ shes holding up the lyric sheet for the busker in the retail park sun makes it a blinding white corrupted pixel disinterested currys covid fever queue ~ when i touch his box of ashes my hand & my arm tingle his spirit & the reach of the cat king or imagination & bad circulation you know which ~ brave new world grey new world i find a lucky stone & after my bad dreams have dissembled me i wake with my gps gone hideously offline