comet pustój
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typewriter manuscript scanned with a defect handheld scanner. scanlines and false colors and glitches.



(stay there as a little ghost)
hanging out in all kinds of cyber backalleys
(stay out of the corporation pits)
(build your own structures, remember they’re all common)
how weird that all is
(don’t show up)
a pile of gray matter left next to it
whatever experience-based
(sad dreams)
coal lungs, gasoline lungs, smog lungs, data lungs
for the glimpse of a moment i’ve felt the warm belonging
(carry a decent amount of paper always with you)
don’t rely on the ether
electric fields electric turbulences
associational function
COLLECTIVELY
the panorama and the panoptikum in shambles
near-foggy void of today.



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[no translation, 2024]