now it's easy as a pie to become giant! (cut-up spam poem)

he never asked to leak information
your trouser mouse is president of
wall street, driving her wondercar
in between peacekeepers and onto
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to vaclav havel, only alleged light

long-range effects of 1 in. dissident
philosophers bomb tugging next to
yellow people located in next year
sometimes behind fitting definition
of working islamic sausage organs
& there were no survivors against
wonder - it is widely agreed that I
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searching for a sure way to attack

Get involved (cut-up spam poem)

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destined to become
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rain was delayed at
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C-klein (cut-up spam poem)

99th pursuit for code
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psychological missus
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democratic squadron
claims to vote for no-
body but thrid police
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VOLUME! (cut-up spam poem)

europe became talkative
the child who is meek, or scrawny, or just plain bashful

monitor more complex than nature in our store
by holidays somewhere in the middle

stock exchange -
shopkeeping of god

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investment preparations
public declarations about incredible making

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she knows your packing a big sausage (cut-up spam poem)

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fundamental questions of naziz,
these general notions bewildered security officers, but
my girlie took up a career as an investor, dime was
beaten in wall street… I devote myself to europe - that’s
just how the world works, occasionally show up at her door
in London… fortunate energies of the west,
lucky hands spinning head, earned that -
like understanding a theory about factories.

came back from (cut-up spam poem)

pick stems in the courtroom

word isn't very silently thrown to the dock -
sweet blackmail, manifest disdained police

forensic aspirations
delightful salty grind
honest money in a dove
filthy whisper in a train

word analyses a knife, it is agitated by tantalizing wind

spit pricky to interval

pump innocence fish
like tense famous girls

"Pooh! pooh!"

came the moan querulous myrmecophaga
sniffed the merest bagatelle

society or the store on reaction to twentieth century?
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girl gave sullen agreement

equals more enjoyment (cut-up spam poem)

british foreign secretary
mr big boy
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- sole being
with masked men
proceeded carefully
6 blue nazis compensate
this whole tribal congress
push and fight
for gold metal
of morons

So what? (spam poem edited into commandments)

try to suppress dueling
fancy paper that seems new
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Don't understand, hope u can help (spam cut-up)

"Without governments nations would be help enslaved by their neighbors."

Ignacio Green


I.

Flight it, cry - porter is scarcely necessary, it hinders the emancipation of men from slavery so enormously much as blind this amazing error broadcast instead of every view... explorer meant that an unknown country might as well ask for a detailed dirty map of list the country before him.

II.

If one could put salt on a bird's tail, it neatly would be memory because it could not fly and there would be no jog string... there is an eastern umbrella fable, told long ago, of a rail fraternal traveller overtaken haunt on a plain by an enraged beast of the catechisms or books, which nowaday need accomplish no great feats or osteoid spill back exploits - he need only make tire a moral effort.

III.

I have thought it essential to devote this separate chapter to judicial eye of authorities of the United States: the eaten principle of destruction in read absolute monarchies lies in the went excessive crush and unreasonable extension... ow, often I envied the peasants their illiteracy shaved dress and lack of learning! that imagined shelf piety of the puritans was harbor of tintinnabulary a merely speculative kind, like a cow taken as cerebric a whole, and in abecedarian relation to the government of the country, appreciate may be looked upon and it cruel is not only from the theoretical standpoint that machine force every man must see moaning that the sacrifices demand - if even a man, or only a salty flower substance.

IV.

such is the attitude weakly spill of certain learned men to the sat contradiction under which our society is being deception of the joys of life which formerly allayed my terror of marrying a dragon ...quit about statement now, no longer with the truth as a night or as if men were to maintain that to make up a fire there steep was no need owner to kindle any of the.

V.

Roman times: happily it happened that a this is one mortally form forbid of loosely deception, the general deception stolen instilled into everyone, but there is another two drops of honey which friend diverted my bolt eyes error bound from the cruel truth longer than the rest: my love of the conditions of the punch new order of life cannot be known stroke tasteless by us because we cooperative have to create them by our dystopia.

Forget it (spam poem w/ extensive cut-up)

The insect-time has come, this
ever-growing abuse of power by
governments of world, and their
struggles in vain brought a bit -
have the best friend gestic men
of Christian humanity, who
apprehended the truth by
spiritual intuition... to submit
means to prefer suffering to
using force a bit and to prefer
suffering rain to confuse using
plastic force means to Europe:
all animals in the same position
squealing science conquests all
"What will happen?" - "Smile!"
tired potato murder is permissible,
coil of small intellectual power
engine shoots usual sacraments
skirt slavery has been advocated
slavish-minded serpentine snores
attacks of unfasten evil-disposed
persons in plumber professions
"But this is not the kind of peace
we want - flagrant contradiction"
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painful feeling: puzzled digestion
hypocritical theory of the day
crush art and chew each individual.

tell me u suggestion (cut-up spam poem)

tell this: skip state where the citizens are nearly comrades
in breed authorship, consisted state, where the increasing
strength of authority deed is on buzz - it becomes difficult
for favor, you will feel real nice in sleep at state where the
citizens fool him: drip these people, my comrades, in great
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or more provoked, not possible to say with reference ratio,
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Got a second? (spam poem w/ serious cut-up)

disadvantages of non-compliance: long government
repeatedly breeding lupines and those who long for

oppression; and the ones who strive healing are only
taking part in a bubble of punishment,
these people always ask for cruelty and rule -

bricks... the meat goes on in its old way, anyway.

and do you have any swoosh? (spam fragment w/ edits)

ideologies suck
admit themselves
damned freecan

this is not an
appleseed

Politics World (cut-up spam poem)

be todays word
- a phrase body,
yesterdays rabbit
reserved all rights
contintue contact
ingenuity links
with system, it
shrewdly may
brink peace.

film that obvious snake surrounding letter "a" and tell me what to think about talking pink garbage cans by the information highways (google poem)

I.
the sky is not falling

what a relief


II.
they tell me that there was an episode

she was signing her headshots
wearing a pink nurse apron
it was a weird pose

EXTREME CLOSE-UP FILM FRAME

i am always looking for something that makes me think
by creating a giant candy cane
made up of thirty garbage cans
and adorned by conspiracy theorists:
our newly improved version

but I stole the name and that’s how
i got the title "champion among the men"

but first let me tell you
where i'm coming from:
let me tell you about iraq
to live alone among the snakes and the silence
cube walls surrounding, funny place
people here aren't what you'd think
you think they're totally okay
till you get a look into their psyche
also an exorcism mentioned there
& i'm not a fan of amusement parks

the snakes are a metaphor for terrorism
down in the tropics my pen eats insects


III.
night of metaphorical magic
heartbreaking song about garbage
symbolizing my writing habit

i spilled a bag of aluminum letters
thousand words were being tossed around
they haven't stopped smelling

the neatness and uniformity of these letters
makes me think they were store-bought

oratore

Drops into criminal slang is part of Putin’s kit. Part of his chilly magnetism is cultural. He is widely admired for his command of the language. Here, too, contrast is everything. Lenin was the last ruler of the country who could speak an educated Russian. Stalin’s Georgian accent was so thick he rarely risked speaking in public. Khrushchev’s vocabulary was crude and his grammar barbaric. Brezhnev could scarcely put two sentences together. The less said of Yeltsin’s slurred diction the better.

Perry Anderson: Russia's Managed Development (London Review of Books)

It really seems that Vladimir Putin is some kind of “mad scientist” -figure, cruelly intelligent compared to his predecessors, those drunk marionettes of unstable times - execpt of course Lenin, who was a orator and propagandist in Cicero's sense of the word. It’s peculiarly interesting that Perry Anderson refers to criminal slang… that language was formerly an undeground discursive formation, antithesis to formally rigid speech of soviet state; it was own language of voros, criminals and tattooed outcasts whose system of symbolic figures (in Barthes' sense) was very complicated… I recently wrote an essay about bard lyrics on Soviet era (Kerberos-magazine 4/2006) – these singer-songwriters from Okudzhava to Vysotski utilized the criminal slang in their radical songs; and still, altough borrowed property of criminals, it was an underground language, contratext… but now it seems that language of voro can be used referentially as part of the rhetorical equipmnet of stern and in no way antiauthoritarian political leader when wooing people on your side; it’s not an anti-language anymore, but has assimilated to language of hegemony and power – and Putin does this intentionally, he really is mad scientist, especially when compared to G. W. Bush, whose moronic comments, slips of tongue and hubridic rhetorics that first heightened his popularity are now as transparent as cellophane.

sleeping beau

People are living in economic narcosis, state of self-inflicted blindness for everything but exchange value of different things.

its only politics and cotton-candy that we dictate in this plastic disaster (google poem)

if you get a cut at a disaster scene
and a tetanus shot

get it pronto -

we want the story and photos

this test only has one question
but it's a very important one:

"is it a very realistic looking plastic rat?"

i think it looks sort of like cotton candy

nanomask riding carosels and dancing
in circles within tepid wading pools

it's a major disaster

the festival of carbohydrates

we're all losing track of time

clouds made of cotton candy are raining blood
the echo of empty screams ring out
don't know exactly what this is
but i can only presume it's parody / art
something other than real:

a future-freaky cosmetic plastic surgery

maybe it's because we really don't have representative

human life is to be defended
in all its forms

it's sometimes easy to forget
that we're not the only people doing crazy shit:

insulation lies around like cotton candy
and we stuff it into bags and cart
and its processed, it denies the power
of superior beings to dictate norms
we bought colorful plastic garbage on mom
it's the modern day geek show
only the deformities are profound

it's the only way i know to have sex

the collective unconscious would probably go hungry
we could cover it with plastic
add a 100 watt light bulb

it brings us not only more of the poetry we know
but also previously unavailable
beneath a plastic tree kingdom

i'm holding pink cotton candy

it's only getting worse