about
written on a pastry wrapper after being awake for 24 hours pillaging and laughing at donna haraway texts and desperately avoiding climate marches
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jake tobin & dominika trapp
body land in the tip of the drill.
already featured alter/waste at the birth optic caboose,
while justin bleeds through the gauze of history.
human numbers,
not babies in particular,
becoming with the already already,
already.
the list is long.
back to the caves with the hodag, until it wears off already.
having been having become with the many differently
already.
[[“some may die so that others may live”]]
yeah right...
otherwises forward, we’re already actively working,
we always have been,
without assertion,
here on the tightrope,
which unravels to walking after already dead
with low G, high byproduct symbiosis with the stars.
but they don’t think so –
hyphen C, E, N, E,
oppressed fresh-water species?
bodysoulminds still walking,
aspirationally already
2100 AD.
(we’re only partly joking)
the rope
big numbers
big toll in animals
what with all the falling despite
the leashes, but the air,
the air.
the sillage is great.
what a great time.
who can blame them?
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