Backup

Searching for 

Outside

You have a lot

There were petrol shortages in _

Backup the road

Bleach... backed up 

Chop mine off 

    *exterior*

building and supporting these technologies, leverage questions 

bolstering the content

its okay the experts are supporting

participate in it's leaderboard

release a feature

"commercial technologies to reflect the diverse landscape that our users work within everyday"

improve the health and detail of content being created 

    *return outside*

they swooped down to begin their first feed of the night

barbed teeth 

a spiked tongue

latching onto an uninformed victim  

slaughtered 

    *exterior once more*

thousands of eggs rain form the sky 

culling thousands of pavements

lining the soles of studded boots and concrete elephants

*return outside again*

finish 

16

16 sides this side of the blindside
18 miles to drive until we're on the right side
took me back to back to a place in my minds eye 
Got back caught 
Boss Logic
Back here this time with a dimestyle

Broken machine

At every-point it clunks
Turns to a halt
Incorrect, turning at half step intervals 
Plugging and misfiring 
An angered receptor flails and retires to another room 
Hiding around the corner, away, at a distance
Staying cloaked
Retaining removal, distance
Particles, binding, frotting and shunting
Back to the start, working it out again 
The keys are grounding
Temperature
Worked, skin peeling, fleks layers receeding
Grounded smoothed

Closing tabs

Achy hands are closing tabs 

At the end of ones day

Fonted rituals aside footed capituals 

I would ask if I was as unsure, but, i'm not unsure

Nibs, Ends, Gutters

Your complaints are received well

It's unfortunate for that matter

You asked me what I thought you should do 

I said I wasn't sure

You said that's not helpful 

You said I should think of something else to say, 

I shrugged

We spoke of something else

Chitterlings (or other corpus's let loose)

 Filtered tractor beams.
Written and preserved with cautious hands.
Buckets of Joys
Machines that protect
Scales or scales, or for the baggage 
The crowd pattered down roads inhabited by people hiding inside their motor vehicles, looking back on the passing people with healthy sneers, creases in foreheads and wrinkle clad faces as they drove on into the past.
Y is lost, R has mild celebrity, C is lost on a political/spiritual journey that doesn't seem to be leading anywhere,
ARON<
Chapbooks, chapbooks,chapbooks
Spray paint mum, left it outside to cool

Trash Compendium

It is a Trash Compendium

It is full of litter

A rat exists from its

It's quite quiet actually

With nothing around

Hum of the fridge

Notes:

In order

Penetrating our very possession and order
The pandemic is a threshold a passage
From light to darkness
What is changing at the threshold of the mind?

The art of putting our bodies into the space, may it be lost 

The proximity of one another is to be replayed.

On the approach.

Conjunction and conjunction.

What are the unconscious effects?  

Where do the relations go, to be?

The discos have been closed.

We don't know what is waiting for us beyond the threshold.