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Hours on end
Strip me the fringe of the pillowcase,
face strange soldiers with me.
The absurdities are repeated
like strands in pasta.
The absurd stumbles
like shadows in a cave.
A short list of possibilities:
Walk for hours on end.
Seafood Rice (one Pot).
Mate ice cream and Cheese Bread.
Read the manuscripts of the next
book by Chico Buarque...
A kiss on the mouth or half on the mouth.
Peel the richest fruit for me.
Keep evil spirits away from me.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
PAR
face strange soldiers with me.
The absurdities are repeated
like strands in pasta.
The absurd stumbles
like shadows in a cave.
A short list of possibilities:
Walk for hours on end.
Seafood Rice (one Pot).
Mate ice cream and Cheese Bread.
Read the manuscripts of the next
book by Chico Buarque...
A kiss on the mouth or half on the mouth.
Peel the richest fruit for me.
Keep evil spirits away from me.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
PAR
Published 7th Mar 2023
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8th Mar 2023 00:12am
The sense of intimacy rendered in such creative abstract is wonderful. It reminds me of a scene in this very interesting show Legion, about a man with psychic abilities with another consciousness introducing into his, making him mad. The consciousness is talking with someone determined to separate them and it says, Ever made? Boil some broth, throw in some vegetables and a cup of noodles. Ever try to unmake soup? I thought that was such a chilling yet brilliant analogy.
8th Mar 2023 9:36am
