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| A flowing video billboard, bleached skin, euro fetish angels dominating the skyline a pair of feathered wings bursts out of a woman’s spine |
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| Another boring poem, she said. Why do you have to be so analytical? the cohabitation is strained people change for the better, for the worst Didn’t you have enough of those fucking neo-hippies in your 20’s? |
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| a vengeful angel, x-ray turns you into a skeleton power and vitality in a lifestyle beverage surgical masks, features concealed |
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| Back teeth in ruinsbuttressed up for support rooted down deep into a numbered parts of a skull "glass and plastic compound" says the nurse, smiling 1000 times |
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| red dust caked Cambodian petrol grog in old whisky bottles amputated despots gone AWOL in the bush spirits to possess and kill the body be careful what you wish for |
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| taxi ride rice paddies plastic flapping developments radio information delivery distortion bobblehead buddha. Die, die, die, says the radio. |
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| Cheap flights, express baggage excess paranoia, drink service hustle military jets boom overhead, raking the tarmac tiny sliver darts moving faster than the speed of sound |
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| concrete hangover in the developing world sagging under the weight of progress melting grey wedding cakes, groaning AC units a vertical attack to maximise space |
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| same mistakes on repeat escape and self-capture is this the goal? To feverishly attempt to break your own cycle? to defile the patterns? Moving blindly along the internal track, gathering speed and slowing down |
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| swaying rooftop bar, umbrella drinks bands playing exact copies but even with their steely knives they just can’t kill the beast |
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| chasing lithium battery power leeching off the grid vicarious experience of pre-sequenced tourist events music to bump up the specialness of it all |
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| Blackened handrails and rainbow puddles email confirmation in HCM City apartment number 411, above the Mexican restaurant and organic drink stall, a tattoo of birds of paradise on her wrist |
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| rotting Chinese merchant towns packed in tightly along the river, twisting inwards like a knife through plush green cane fields persistent tailers measure you up for a coffin and mouldy hotels and dangerous rips pulling tourists down below the South China Sea. |
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| Package beach tourist traps broken resorts down south the sun rising in the coiled machinery of your guts heft animals patrol the sand tattoos of glory days loosened up with age and gravity |
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| Regret is a lonely legacy Joe the hotel looks on with aloof disinterest and the guests wander through bare spaces while the staff bow and scrap regret and 'too late' will easily fill a hotel swimming pool with alligator tears |
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| ghosts of foreign correspondents leak out of grand colonial hotels float down on the river roaster tail crankshafts slay the lily pads a portrait of the venerable king kinks and sways in the wind |
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| Cargo pants ripped in the ass rabid monkey attacks on creaking temple platforms just to be above the canopy a blender turns dirty ice and mango in a snack plastic chair |
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| humble beggars, missing lives the heavy drag of afternoons, the insect feedback echoing in sheared off sunlight, through smoky trees temples shifting and settling into dust slowly dying, slower at least than you and I |
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| as we selfie ourselves to death carpet bombing tracks of jungle silent observers of past atrocities gravel roads and forest roads tuk-tuks to connect the dots |
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| lithium battery detox you changed, you got old and jumpy as a cat street vendors shakedown fake weed, real weed GI Zippo lighter just take a look, cause looking is free |
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| rented rooms, suitcase compression folded maps of lost city streets spellcheck language mauler and ambiguity of the spirit diazepam alleyways |
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| the chain of human endeavour stretching back to deconstruct social structure in year zero |
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| beefed up Russian resorts surging beach swell and dead dick disco Cyrillic script palm tree neon g-strings. Charcol baked lobster in oil drums Oligarch sleep off hangovers is kingly, airless rooms |
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| super hives, closely packed lives tiny plastic furniture, scrambled signals through old technology plastic goods and unwashed fruit the constant wash of distant moped engines |
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| the herniated upper floors of a new building glitch out, destabilising in the afternoon glare only to reform, full incorporated slotting together with shimmering accuracy |
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| super hives and super cranes expressways spanning the cracks and the vertical scramble, glass and steel ladders reaching up to the flaming clouds |
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| Stone age transformations postcard-pretty views hide the rot behind the crown history bleeds silently in the jungle mud numbered jigsaw pieces strewn around the forest |
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| A monk burns, charred heart in a jar matches and gasoline, ascending to the next level on a silk pillow, ugly black smoke, combustible belief and defiance, organised on the shrine, 1969 |
