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eye contact

Eye Contact

I have
sex numerous
times a
day with
strange women
just by
making
eye contact.

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safe keeping

Safe Keeping

I’m thinking
about buying
a parrot
& having
it memorize
all my
Shards but
also training
it to
recite them
only for
me so
that just
before I
die I’ll
destroy all
record of
everything
I ever
wrote &
when they
question
the parrot
he’ll squawk
& say,
“Mum’s the
word, captain!”

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getting with the program

Getting with the Program

This is
the same
as that
& that’s
the same
as this
which means
all things
are interchangeable.


Great.


Now we
can get
with the
Program,
this Program
or that,
it doesn’t
much matter
they’re all
part of the
Big Program.


People who
don’t get
with the
Program are
Anomalies.


Anomalies are
cause for
suspicion
which is
all the
justification
needed for
strong surveillance,
& anyone the
Surveillance Program
can’t pigeonhole
goes straight
to Guantanamo
or someplace
in Poland,
no questions
asked.


Do your
part.


Keep an
eye out
for Anomalies.


But don’t
be fooled
by Outsiders.


An Outsider
is part
of the
Big Program
pretending not
to be.


One way
to spot a
hardcore
Anomaly is
they spurn
Outsiders.


You may
wonder how
this problem
with Anomalies
was kept
in check
before Guantanamo,
but let
me tell
you buddy,
there have
always been
Guantanamos,
ever since
the first
Program sank
its teeth
in &
began
looking around.

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can i go now?

Can I Go Now?

Okay.
I admit it.
I made it
all up.

Can I
go now?


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moloch wins in a facebook world

Moloch Wins in a Facebook World

Trying to
get it
across to
people who
Twitter &
Facebook their
lives away
that the
world is
being devoured
by Moloch
is like
trying to
raise the
dead with a
conductor’s wand.

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homonious disagreement

Homonious Disagreement

He titled
a poem
Vanity Fare &
was told
he meant
Fair.


I meant
Fare
he said.


Then put
sic after
Fare he
was told.


You mean
sick
he said.


Sic not
Sick he
was told.


Sic is Sick
he said.


What?


& as for
homonious
he said,
keep your
hands off it,
& the
sky rumbled
with thunder.

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