If asked to choose, albeit reluctantly, a favorite from my "chunks" of writing, it would have to be this. Back in September 2003, this just... well, scribbled itself out of me, as a cramped block of prose... in green chalk or colored pencil (I remember, now) on a sketchpad. I still have the "manuscript," or "hard copy," as it were, in my files; looking over it, I can see how minimally edited this is. It reads at the pace in which I wrote it.
Mannequinsex
in this closely trailing after-image a leash of carbon paper touch-tones a percentage affixes itself to creeping battalion of security envelopes proofs of purchase do not detect a dial tone automatic call return service unavailable revert to original command sequence code displays item not found -
in this breathing tube feedbag hormone supplement hazard-simulation body-suit protocols echo in real-time document transfer secured deposit at fixed percentage sealant conscripts growth figures projected for windproof man-hole cover sutures in silk needle-worked rows of surface-to-air missiles -
in this echo-chamber four-pound waste disposal units open incinerator chutes for unmanned parades of lifeless packaging deliver automated transfer of interdepartmental factory-sealed fingerprint-proof parcels quarantined by tear-duct bronchial psychomotor chromatic scale involuntary time-lapse -
in this assisted living facility unedited pages slip beneath radar into bottomless landfill splices a chromosome’s bitter end beyond retina-offending chemical sunsets offshore drilling in mouthwash ziplock subdivisions ascend with main thrusters operational through troposphere ionosphere freeway pileups in textile mill zoning permits border patrol undeveloped marshlands where overheated silicon chips vibrate seventh-chord arpeggios in the telephoto lens -
in these buddy-system hazmat suits econo-lodge electric pencil sharpener harmony lays the pavement you can count on to maintain operant hair-clog formation for a guided tour of chainlink fences parking lots and the backs of people’s heads like a generic neighbor these wheel-of-fortune gelcaps keep a good dummy company in the safe oblivion of a slow-marching people-plug -
the airbag you save just may be your own -
Λωτtοφfάγοι
Where broken threads come to rest.
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