Fauxhawk. Ben Doller

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what about

      the poor wet plants?

      God was god

      mean. Now

      we have the imperceptible

      cloud, but remember

      when your hard-

      drive crashed

      & all you had

      was, like, blasted

      into the nowhere

      from which

      Already this thing

      is exhausting, the mere

      weak endeavor alone:

      packaged in this eyeball

      trimeter whatever,

      if I were you

      I wouldn’t have

      come this far. Maybe

      bathysphere would

      have been funnier.

      Should it instruct

      or delight. Brrr.

      I’m a little chilly—

      let’s do this

      in the sun. Not

      bad, though I have

      to squint. So that

      shall be my platinum

      leash. And that

      shall make me free

      to articulate my business

      in a practicable manner.

      All I am

      is early into

      the obviousness

      of my 3rd trimester,

      squinting, autobio-

      graphically. Wouldn’t it

      be nicer to upgrade

      the interface?

      A lighter legtop?

      Artists like apples

      because they restrict

      creativity, thus allowing

      more. Can’t beat that.

      Give me small

      holes to blow through.

      Also, the matter of the sexy

      titanium compact. The matter

      of matter being “sexy.”

      The matter we call matter

      but is not what is the matter

      with what is. I am

      not an artist,

      I just like to type.

      Kidney dialysis/dream analysis.

      Urges, negations,

      substitutions:

      One word

      for another: that is

      the formula

      for the metaphor,

      but I prefer failure

      in all its

      dangling

      permanent permutations,

      prefer saltwater

      to water, the way

      it goes liable

      for life, yet it cannot

      solve this global

      drought. Yet it cannot

      solve its steady rise,

      the effacement of all

      beyond taxonomy.

      I prefer it molecularly,

      this H2O, this NaCl, not the drought itself,

      not what this human

      blood has done & does do.

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      There go those thirties, not in making,

      but in consuming the reappropriation

      of Indonesian plywood embossed

      with the Swedish flag. Shout it out: a passable

      enterprise, we enjoyed it, flat-packed

      for the premier and only tick of relocation +

      ultimately crammed in a context unununlike.

      Sometimes a system completes a subsequent

      system. Sometimes you need a triple negative

      to persist. Mostly dead language is all

      you get to get. I don’t think I can hack

      it tomorrow. How to ship my model ship

      to you, how? Look at this having + what

      more: the will to be had. Look at this this,

      redescribe the current potential, flaking

      as it is pronounced incompatibly. Sausage

      Queens of the Inland Empire. The casings

      shellac cuz intestines R gross. Frankenstein

      clomped so Edgar Winter could Keytar

      an albino hailstorm. Frankenstein yowled

      a way to tell Percy Bysshe he die. I select

      the veneer that most accurately reflects

      my inner fleshtone. And strip the screws

      that make it cabinet. And strip the screws

      that

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