Fruit & Flowers – Drug Tax

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As if by magic, the floor was clean. Kevni was a fairly average specimen for a lifeform of his ilk, though moderately and comparatively more powerful than his brethren, for reasons not immediately obvious. This was because his ancestors had ballooned into this sphere several significant generations ago and now Kevni and his kin controlled all they surveyed, progressing the natives according to a thing they called a doctrine, whereby one must always seek constant growth of an imaginary consequence. Now, whilst the average reader might immediately grasp the possibilities of implementing such a philosophy for a predominantly spiritual quest, and indeed some families did indeed follow this path, the overall outcome was the most influential were Kevni’s forbears who established what you might term a monopo-fucking-ly and controlled much of the communication. They playfully allowed different modes of conduct within their framework, worded in such a way as to seem intractably opposed when their intended ends were still the same, and these usually resolved into seeming dichotomies of one system demanding that all worked together centrally controlled toward a supposed group growth, whilst their ‘opponents’ utilised the same small number of elite although they made them appear as if they were changeable, and these could then use their people in a much more insidiously exploitative manner. But the object of both was to grow, and grow they did, so Kevni’s dynasty was happy. Naturally, this became troublesome to their landscape, which acted as though irritated. Eventually a glutinous fog descended their world, slowly at first, then gradually more thickly and menacingly. Naturally, there were varied explanations. Those in favour of the perpetual growth model said it was symptomatic of something called a ‘climate change’ and urged everyone to buy replacement products that were ‘environmentally-friendly,’ which actually had no effect on the fog but allowed more of a substance called ‘money’ to change hands ultimately into the hands of Kevni and the gang. Others claimed that the fog was just part of a cycle in the environment that would happen anyway, species-led or not, and that they should just sit it out and not give in to any of this scare-mongering tactics. However, the fog really was quite toxic, and eventually they all died fighting each other for the last habitable bits of land that had resources for living off, which eventually dwindled to none. Not even the family Kevni survived.
Kevin had just applied a cream to a troublesome spot on his shoulder which had begun to bother him recently.

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Prima – Performance

prima

Yo means yo

On this page the word happened

Kiss my nerves
make them jangle

Fun things to make with discarded headless skulls: prophecies in a vacuum

A midsummer night’s defence mechanism

There’s a new horse in the area
someone tells me it’s a neighsayer

A wide field studied with a narrow vision is still a wide field, but will be poorly understood

The glories of the former are the burdens of the latter

The chair is king! All hail the chair!

There is no truth, so believe everything. Except for the outright lies.

This room has many corners
not all of them are dark
it’s the lighted ones that hide the most

I just need to know how to get to the roof
the trouser snake paused in his commotion

I used to be a siren
sitting on a rock

Please don’t step on the cracks in my soul.
It makes them that much harder to repair

Please don’t drive wedges between the gaps in my personality.
The holes are harder to fill when occupied with foreign bodies.

People who consider themselves untouchable need to be touched more often

Actually, I’m trying to de-cipher you