Nathan Anderson Contraption Annulment why did you why did you why did you end ======================================== ======================================== IT /////////this sight//////////////////comes back my typewriter has TRANSFORMEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD [now there's] [nothing] ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ L[e[f[t T[o D[o Elephant Thought the red [[[[[[[[[bucket the blue [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[hat were you not not not ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; notation ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; takes ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; notation takes 'I was working on the railroad...' the shp if things should commmmmmmmmmmmmm BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA light BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA light focus on the alphabetic A F[alse] as this false [else] the string [GOES] struggling through this++ ++ ++\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ closure ▲ but don't]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]close it that weight ? BABA ? bABA ? bAba now that the thread is back in the lisp the lip the ligament FREE TO MOVE AS YOU WANT TO MOVE ■ ■ ■ yelp glass GLASS glass how many???????????????? how many??????????????????? how many??????????????????????? ================================================== ================================================== =====================DAYS======================== ================================================== left of sleep [yellow yellow] [cry cry] the television on the ceiling acts so strange a wore it in my E Y E {{{{make the tiniest cut and release the transmutation}}}}}}}}}}}}} ++ that's it that's the way ++ turn on the television AGAIN******************** (internal sounds of static) Like [A] faded block [OF] ice moon over the shoulder *****************************I thought it was closed...................................................................... &&&&&&&&&& it was PRO----------------------------JECTED ■ ■ ■ the heat is on it was a name like that like this like yours like mine like ours like theirs ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ;;;;;;;;; but not a likelihood at ALLNathan Anderson is a poet and artist from Mongarlowe, Australia. He is the author of numerous books and has had work appear widely online and in print. He is a member of the C22 experimental writing collective. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on twitter @NJApoetry.
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