"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, June 14, 2010

Emergency exit

It's been a busy week at the new job, but a good one. This week I am pre-loading The Germ with some new stuff before I head off to be one of those fancy real-world types, so check in and there should be something to read most days.

Blood poured in structure,
and all in the name
of a quick escape.
Wired for ease of use
up until this malfunction
rendered us incapable.
Consider this proof, then,

that in death sparks fly, and death sparks flies, humming like an
        airline engine thrown into overdrive, hungry for fuel and burning
        through it like it was still $1.85 a gallon, drowning piles of
        decaying flesh in legs and eyes, insect ratables.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
TV on the Radio, Wolf Like Me

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