Parry wrote:
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> john adams wrote:
> > "Parry" <parry@perfectmail.com> wrote in message
> > news:403BB51D.3430@perfectmail.com...
> > > kinslerp@delillo.lsr.ph.ic.ac.uk wrote:
> > > > john adams <nospam@nospam.com> wrote:
> > > > > "elag" <elag@cloud8.net> wrote in message
> > > > > news:4039898B.4AF2787@cloud8.net...
> > > > >> Maddeningirl wrote:
> > > > >> >
> > > > >> > The heart that became a shadow
> > > > >> > is hunting pieces of you in every corner of the world
> > > > >> > Slowly it will make you crumble.
> > > > >> tumble down among the ruins
> > > > >> settling in dust hot and dry as the Sahara
> > > > >> stretching to the rosy horizon
> > > > > they're destroying me in the bay of bengal
> > > > lamb and onion, sah!
> > > > > with tiny tigers clawing on the inside
> > > > bloating macrophage lifetimes -
> > > > > praise to allah ya
> > > > hard on the left side
> > > > > mega atlantis man will come
> > > > a pint of milk for the toastman.
> > >
> > > dig away the Saharan sand and there is a thick-piled blue carpet
> > > beneath that, an earthly paradise constructed by army ants
> > > beneath that, he does not know what he will find
> > > but Atlantis Man has a sinking feeling
> >
> > Mega Atlantis Man considered the tide three times
> > And made a helicopter out of an eagle's feather.
> > His wife, Gertrude Corset, decided to live one less day;
> > In a nearby lake a virgin had decided to keep sleeping.
> > There are plenty of snakes in the blue walls of Vanadium!
>
> continents drift to the liquid hum of the copter's weeping rotors
> they are tired fighters loping through lampless streets after the moon
> has sponged up the last traces of sunlight and hidden them in the
> ocean's deepest, fiercest vault
> inside a brownstone, Atlantis Man has hanged himself with a snake
> don't tell Gertrude she's a mirage; let sleeping virgins lie
Lie about the truth. Lie about the house all day. You'll never be able
to escape the sun for its energy resides within you. Run to the motel's
mirror and take a close look at your right eye, if you have one.
Closer. Closer. If you look closely enough you can see inside the
dreams which walk the winter streets unbidden, towards a false scent of
breezy discontent. The right direction smells faintly of overripe tangerines.
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