CIA cigars. Until Night Falls. Salsa on shortvibration radio i would turn on during long Raygun nights: Radio Habana.


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   'XLI.

Kneeling death is spilling
its white blood which isn't blood.
It smells like a guarantee.
But I think I'm going to laugh.

Something murmured over there. They're quiet.
Someone hisses courage on the side,
and they're counted up in pairs,
twenty-three ribs that are missing
on both sides; they're also
counted up in pairs; the whole file
of trapeziform escorts.

Meanwhile the changing of the guards
(I've got to laugh again)
gets even and clubs us to the ground,
again and again,
from membrane to membrane,
tap
by
tap.'

--Smith's Trilc*