(from the lingo 5 cd)

Separation

People. I knew some of them, but not now. On the moon, I wander among the many pot holes. Their shadows make me feel planet-stricken. Display model #1: Clusters of magnetic liquids. I would like to uncover the mystery of the scrim. Will I rise to the occasion when it decides to fall by? A tiny walled-off angel lays an egg. A secret life-the ruminations of a creature that walks without legs, eats without a mouth, breathes without lungs, feels without nerves, then divides and conquers. What happens when you try to squeeze a puddle of gravity in your hand? It dissolves into hundreds of silver eggs. Me too. The incubation period was over. Display model #2: People backed up into a dark corner. Unearthed puzzle, the same the moon all over. Next stage? Parachute, the final explanation arising as I make my slow descent.

Sun An audio excerpt (216K)

Magazine Girl made a fence with her arm around the looseleaf. Lots of onomatopoeia, dig? Girls go by sounds, boys by pictures. The objects do the breathing. Unfortunately, nerve endings never end. The lipstick fell from the sky into her pocket, a product of phantom limb pain. Jacob knew that according to the survey he was a certified pressed flower. If he hated anything it was the fluctuating weight of "issues." Even when the lighting was perfect he felt inclined to comment, "there's not much to work with here." In his mind there was just enough space for a pool table (and a pressing obsessive compulsive disorder). If they're too tight, his theory was, just lie down to zip them up. As a wrestler he grappled with the problem of measured servings. Magazine Girl heard a sound in the basement so she checked the attic (guess which one never leaves the apartment). One leap year there just wasn't enough chlorophyll to keep either one of them alive.

lingo 5

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