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relics of cold fusiona jarof warm water filled with rusty nails & bolts & dirty screws embedded in white powder rock caught in wire coiled tight thru fusion boxes & metal casings with holes bent aside by rabid screws eyeball scraps as if afloat in sulfuric gas & inductive cables trembling with the supersonic edge effects of a sonic drill, metal clamps scraping against the glass, yellow incandescent light glowing thru like battery burn spirit water penetrated by wire mesh disintegrating, stretched to the form of swollen glands & miniature copper brushes of transduction circulate in the brief entropy of ionic ice (C) 12/18/98 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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