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Lone passenger in back of a white stre-tch limousine that is on fire.
Nobody is driving, the car cruises at a c r a w l
a downward spiral funneling into oblivion.
I look out the window with empty eye sockets.
The scenery changes, ruins of city
towering vegetation rising out of the disturbed earth
dwarfing every building like forgotten tombstones.
My lips, nose and ears fall away my face feels very thin.
I wither, crack, not even a husk,
only a pile of bone dust calcifying my clothes.
A man in a dark suit wearing a button that reads
'I LOVE MY FUCKING JOB'
waiting at the bottom of the d
o
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n
g
r
a
d
e. He gets in back where I was seated and pulls out a straw begins to snort my remnants like an earthen cocaine. The drip slides into his mouth
he spits what is left of me into the fire
surrounding death's baby carriage.

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from Deadwood Transmissions (An Audiobook), released January 6, 2019

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PKWST Phoenix, Arizona

Experimental sound / multimedia visual artist involved with Butoh Sonics, Schadenhaus, Sugar Pills Bone, Smogma, and solo projects The Ɔrinkles,THE IDE OF EARTH, Dummy Rifle, and Wretch And Reel, to boot.
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