john_brown

's body lies.
a mouldering in the grave
is a state
and nothing to go between
the truth of death
and the faucet of life.

some fruting bodies lies
a mouldering neath my bed/
toast

compost the windows
and everysingle snows

wwwwaaaayyyyyy

this oats
thing is a crock
I cannot sympathize
with the crutch called a clock

antennaeiou

whos a with?:
you are with,
, , but now not with with ;
is with this wither with here , an,
where?
in the infield feeling aroud , a,
with?

the_listen_to_this

I'll sink yo boat!!
Dont think I wont!!
Yours dont know how
to swim
so mine does! this
my win!

this_is_the_return

textile selves of them
return all sewed
sleeves
up on the other end
are holes
for the headless.

you

are a tremendous
fart the type
to rip lamp posts
out of landscapes
hair raising, nose melting,
covalently sour
blackmarket haricots noir

ominitions

let them beware
glass ware
solid quarts underwear

the bird drops a lozenge
to sing the better
the bear stops a gar rage
to sleep the better

sinh(dilli_beans)

this new snow juice
is such a craze
to the parched

the_last_our

traumatized by bach ;
under wooden cows
dogs horses eagles things
like coursers they flew
impressions ripe and smelling
in mint onion hungry tongues;
the best friend of venturi

fingers_for_brains

fid = fopen('fuck_this_and_that.txt');
a=textscan(fid,'%f64 %f64 %f64');
fclose(fid);
lim = length(a{1})-1;
J_100 = a;
b = J_100{1}(1:lim);
c = J_100{2}(1:lim);
d = J_100{3}(1:lim)-J_100{3}(1);

figure (1);

loglog(b,c)
hold all
loglog(d,c)

hold off

return;

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