Abigail Child
Three from “Resistance”
Meet what speech is or thought to be
Attrition, an attribute
Tearful, a
Threnody for a lightskin,
Heal regarded
Example, a waste to inhabit violence
Weep, to
Set in motion
Heteroclite, wide, broad
Evening star or
Plain motion to deprive evil's
Alloy, a person swiftly
Ringing with lips
Daily begging
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Motive a nerve and heavier
America with eyespots
Tail in mouth
The remedy for poison
High sounds
Enclose a portable head with protracted
Wound
Supporting none
Having more reflective brightness
Elements
Pica, vital or
Anti, or
Regenerative, thick, wreathe wrapped
Difficult to cut (bound)
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Manifold, as in a detachable rapport
Ally, a
Threnody, a gain, in
Tertial flight
Hate hooked, worn-out
Exergue which is of
Work, to imagine a
Surplus hate
Hard abnormalism
Excruciating, irritable
Patent uses of a representation
Abject
Reach, to
Draw, in various senses, search
In the Museum of an Extinct Race
In the museum of an extinct race
we market performance
and rank racists hack teco
Modality validating blood
talking superior forces
and forced interrogation
Problematic patron hobbits
with toupee straps
limp along democracy
A stupored patriotism
hanging one’s head in
war's vampiric radiation
People are hiding
to disappear into
unconfirmable molds
Unfillable party time
offering evil iou’s in return
for yeses of capital
Media condescension is infinite
paints memory as useless
boxed (in) the dictionary
A counter intelligence
paints civil liberty as discord
an antiphonal error
Paints freedom as impulse war
Rough the machine
behind celebrity muscles
Try not to congratulate
capital's death manual
its unvirtual war
Excrement drools
dogmatism bloats
producing stuffed parlay
coital id
Fuck the war department
its dumbbell glory
Prosaically public amoebas
reappear as a sober idea
Their autocracy features
uncompromised, irrational, homogenized
Jesus dolls
retards beyond irony
To xerox you
in ex-anomie
To usurp self-lubrication
an all-American surrogate
Call it knee-jerk colonialism
ten–gallon thinking
Template DISMISSALS
March 14.2022
We're for freedom. In the region of their very own
nation
The citizen understands defiance. When all the kings were on, they gathered themselves together to fight with one accord. We’re throwing stones
We’re breathing tear gas. We’re lighting up Molotov cocktails. Adrenaline dizzy
spoiling for a fight. Of our early life. Or of the nation. By what inhumane calculus
Did He snatch live embers in those uprisings to go viral and ricochet from nation to nation. Supplying Apache helicopter gunships. No deterrent
gulping down
Why? Because when an epidemic of indignation spread, compulsion makes a country
Makes the woman and scale of protest. Turrets cartoons cleric coverage Clash.
I'm media power. The world waits for its saviors, as oppression rocks
Mr. Men says we're on (twitter), we’re here. A rewrite of injustice—
I'm freedom says N. as she broke bricks on the curb and headed into a sea of men.
These actions will not be hushed. I ask of the berserkers, you tasters of blood
Pitch perfect people power. We tie ourselves in knots. Rent and bound agitators
Finally lost their suffocating grip on power and it came to pass
Although they were not immune to ads.
A painful post-mortem
where thousands die and bodies are fed to pigs
Would that be menacing enough?
To look with curved head, curious what will come next?
Both in and out of the game. Protestors hang out with the powerless
Then things get really really bad, a waiting muddle
Everyone has screens in their turret. We broke accumulated Unfreedoms.
Minute by minute. Once we go, we’re going to free the world. Come with us and win.
(“In the Museum…”, continued from left column)
Above all, nostalgia charts the amnesia
to un literalize the disinformation
Words lathe illusions
fuckface minstrelsy of arrogant shit-eating
illusionist stuck pigs
grotesque gorts pasted on
Deform the minuet
to disappear into
ALRIGHT alright
Trolled raves
reappear as a sober idea
Necropolis rules
Business hacks facts
corrupt on trot
narcissistically fooled
Say it!
growling meaning
Every process alienates
History is the loser
a miscalculation
a pseudonym for liberty
Where homemade targets wrapped
in corporate assets
decorate hoodlums
Driving policy
and nerveless spineless
encrusted wars
wield national flames
of death
without dissent