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HOT AIR MACHINE MEDIA AS CULTURE: THE STATE OF THE FIASCO WHY
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THE LITTLE CHILDREN EDISON'S
LAST BREATH CUSTOMER CONTACT, A Reality Poem |
make
yourself uncomfortable 1) no
one can tell me I
got a little lost is
that burdock a
crate of peaches the
rain it raineth far away 2) for
those of you the
television 3) I
walked through the market a
bag. some waiting 4) do
you do this every day 5) if
there is a freight train and a passenger train that's
how it is that's
how is was 6) what
was the last thing you made 7) clear
blue sky 8) the
theory in
the diaphanous 9) a
warehouse of peaches the
secret police drive
home and and
eat 10) I
don't yet know eternity
aside which
way -Gwendolyn
Albert
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