a tourniquet for miss (name deleted)

i have it on good authority that this space is empty...i dont want to holiday in the sun...i found asylum yesterday in a cup of tea...if anyone out there can help me out in acquiring pogues bootlegs from the 80s, i/d be much obliged...if you run out of typewriter paper ask yr local janitor if you can have some of that scratchy industrial paper toweling, even if it is cheaply recycled, it makes for a good substitute...violin soundtrack in a dragnet for an auerhahn press book of thoughtfully destroyed compositions... hubcaps and paper cups there is a reductionist police car in the newspaper article i monitor sound out of a radio programme a tranquilized circulatory system outlining an obituary of a journalist [weak editing] 154 (accidental wire reference) pm

blood squeaks empiricism through my heart

"05 systems induced by pentothal jazz" my cumulus freeway is communist telephone oscillating sound like ella fitzgerald inhaling a tincture of jazz aesthetic like cough medicine it resembles autism i feel like a counterfeit geranium

transcending into cardiac arrest

[languor and otiose definitions, i/m operating w/in a system of mediums.] if you ever want to "wet a cadaver," heed these instructions: 175 mL of downy fabric softener, 245 mL of phenol, and 3080 mL water. this has been random knowledge from an English major working in a microbiology laboratory. thanks for your cooperation. -mngt.