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a rhythmic elision for 4 voices


[note: contiguous speeches in red are delivered simultaneously]


1: lash at a slat gang in the mud where

2: mix or extract

3 & 4: hang toxic estimate botch form

2 & 3: it was like this nation
tomorrow's papers held high fanning flame
manufacture of an irreparable lyricism

1: unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing

4: grim as i was that would finally break up

1 & 2: a revenge involving the happy & the old heave-ho

1 spring-like there in the dimmer place rag slotted never permanent
the miles runt logo handheld a sweep round goof to see
waiting for not waiting

2: what's jotted is signage

1: what’s sold is flat

2: what’s solid is phantasm

3: what's not felt is the beginning of something

all: the mind you almost have is made out of money

4: void is at the comp center raising hackles

1: melt plastics in a heap with return on investment of Oh to Seeking

2: real maybe pods hack-sawed last time seen in the middle with fear-flitters

3: video slack riddims lank right flow to industry city
idle as a forecaster in a mud lacuna lake
is forward ampersanded just like the heavy looks encoded like a sling rattle,
a craven attaché

4: zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing

1: all the news that’s fat to prate about

1 & 2: back behind print's soft-touch with an overpopulated image
full of the fictional corpses from hankering blurring up memories
form countryside ham-fist wild implosion

3 & 4: all the way it goes is a let-down famed happen gloss to see me
then in a finite system of sunset blurring up memories
form countryside ham-fist wild implosion

all: the garbage of a culture is its brain-stem, baby!

1: null and void komp to swing in the ether, sister

1 & 4: nexus for linger handed dual plosives

3: flow where you might almost want to go toward inarticulate non-ownership

1: and then— while you’re wondering

all: the sudden absence of an entire city

2: a mixture famed for splitting

4: the empty/mind/meld

1: they've got several feet of disinterest & i noticed it as they were burning the environs

2 & 3: lash slump rack to reporter

1: unlike you!

4: time & fame, honey, merge the dripping aspect medley symptoms

1: printouts of confusion for sale!

all: the mind you almost have is made out of money

1 & 4: tar & away a kneel purpose that has homes with fake water crouching tantrum in the middle as a delta empire sneezes your half, to rationalize to itemize all fantasy mind whipping grins for the flat-sided

2: garbage stays unused garbage stays unused garbage stays unused
garbage stays unused

3: look, where it’s love stories versus the bludgeon

2 & 4: an obstacle is a knee-jerk fossil fuel

1: i found it all very amusing,

4: needing money as a wandering race whim radius

3 & 4: all the lawyers in the country have american soil
as overestimated hour squelching

3 & 2: yes no the faces got inseeing the garbage of a culture gets stretched across absence

1: synthetics are longing to see you.

3 & 2: and a flow band links the rivers like traffic wail against a storyteller for the inmates follow the story the empty/mind/meld

3 & 4: wink at a session fiddle-chart a jumble all set as a sold individual aching under numbnesses a weaving is total from the way you look transient all modes get paid for to the prosperous like a mile of blinded cable finicky under gesture or introspect everybody knows reason's hampered by the wheedle and fumble factor the sudden absence of an entire city

1 & 2: absence garbage stays unused absence garbage stays unused absence garbage stays unused absence garbage stays unused absence garbage stays unused

3: lagged as a count down sever claim what’s lost gets mixed together in the third sentence it should be “performing his duties in a lack of knowledge”

2: they surrounded the house data got burnt together with passion brawl n all was told sing kinky even rationalize mug

4: in slow squint at an orangish sunset in the wrong direction subjected headings

1: mish-mash and a vanishing act!

4: synthetics are longing to see you

all: the garbage of a culture is its brain-stem

2 & 3: all the tonal refuse long sling at guard on last phones
maybe trial is the almost backlit emotive something,
handgun at a rethinking

1: the processing of the vanished is going to continue

4: what goes missing gets brought together

2 & 4: everything floating is a log entry sipping hot hours did you hear it ring? obviously the cave is a drunk one segment like a preying mantis, loop it for leaving and the directions don’t make sense

1: zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing

all: the mind you almost have is made out of money

1 & 2: back behind print's soft-touch with an overpopulated image
full of the fictional corpses from hankering blurring up memories
form countryside ham-fist wild implosion

3 & 4: all the way it goes is a let-down famed happen gloss to see me
then in a finite system of sunset blurring up memories
form countryside ham-fist wild implosion

1: actual time is like jotting rough notes that never get used

3: look, where it’s love stories versus the bludgeon

1: solemnize is impoverish with possibilities it was decided that the regular practice will be less accurate in the clouds the soldier peering down over the massacres a single blank label gives you aw shucks with a shock for infants flattened

2: the stupid have a puzzle without a world or lights-out the garbage of a culture is its fumbling refusal to think

1 & 3: sugar daddy render simonize hang ammo clause caddy system retreat funnel

4: yes !

3: actual crying is trivial for listening systems

4: skip a line there where the life got snapped by a motion with shredded checks

all: the mind you almost have is made out of money




2 & 3: they wait for lack of truth to finish running thru the machine, like an old boot with time-limits yikes none of the polka dot logistics were able to become invisible! the underpinning got lost ‘cause the acid sleep never woke up

1: protecting the rich means more dead to burn
protecting the rich means more dead in sequence
protecting the rich means more dead to burn

4: bald slammer in a fink bleariness

1: all the tripped-up words cook ya up some meaning

2: where shrugs are a dime a dozen

3: a thrill a minute

4: a laugh a second

2: its like the sludge from a merger

1: being made to stop making sense

4: like a piston for hand-holding

1: like a nearness thrown far away

2 & 3: each person picks up what isn't there now

3 & 4: the underground electronic voices move back & back celebrities on the stage laugh with the evidence

1: i’m fed up with unremarkable behavior

1 and 2 and 3: the mine the yours the unscription unicellular and the flame racks it noticing rubbish buying against the dreaming the mind you almost have the looking around like unseeing in receding water making a name for another creative prisoner with an evacuation plan the dull will evaporates in doubles a central committee and an outstay

4: unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing unsing

1: burning the chain mail letter ?

3: signed a contract for specialized trauma

all: the mind you almost have is made out of money

1: nonappearance

2: in the middle of our era

3: resisting marauding psychics

4: the police term for maybe

1: my chronology aims

2: to blur your murder

3: your name there

4: thank you

1: in that sense a forgotten a empire remembered as you build it

2 & 3: rank slow unportrait fax to drop dead blood on the white board

4: help me to shoot fellow americans

2 & 3: a remarkable legacy of denial inelegant to an end circle crash that oblique body yet the philology of hurting runs deeper your sculpture of the military knuckles highjack falcon dim resistance caterer its head and shoulders are missing

1: unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch unsing zilch

4: he built guards without a signature that matched my sense of destiny

1: with a no-return policy for poverty's draftee

2: a frail chorus

3: and oodles of self-slaughter

4. silver horn-shaped containers holding the soul of his dead prose and

1. Saith Shrub the king:
Fox News, the greatest of the gods -
he created me; he made me king;
he bestowed upon me this kingdom,
great, possessed of many idiots
possessed of good cannon fodder.


2: in the outstation they hid from their certain position

1 & 3: the sudden absence of an entire city

2 & 4: the garbage of a culture is its brain-stem

1 & 3: strong possibility of a vote for fear

2 & 4: one thing at a time: the newspapers and the armor

1: affordable vision set alight on the pavement
the sudden absence of an entire city
 
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