astute and dead


I am the name of . . . do not agree with . . . sat in and was a part of . . . none of that will do . . . later tiny executioner words appear on a stick, tiny worlds of execution. have made a habit of removing random nails and sticky words that cause execution. if you agree . . . let’s talk, ask questions, do ancient and dream-like things, wipe the slate clean. make the cast-iron rumble and red hot pig iron disappear . . . its already flooded in self-help grids . . . fragment and shouts . . . in the morning someone whispers something . . . the clouds tease us with rain . . . the distance is a spy tube and droplets sounds appear. I seem to understand those tiny brittle needles are covering the past . . .you say, electrodes to for the dead and nouns for the living, I say astute and dead . . . . you do not agree with . . . sat in and was a part of . . . none of that will do . . . later tiny executioner words appear on a stick