Didn't know how to work the scanner's software, resorted to using its photocopying function instead. Photocopied the cut-out, photocopied it over the blank space on the produced page, and again, the images degrading in turn with each production, the colours washing into splotches of yellow. Ideas of overlays of degraded images, drawing on the image a little more with each copy, series of sequential degradations, etc. became cogent.
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Knew how to work the scanner, scanned the image, arranged them for maximum efficiency on the page. Printed off many pages, covered walls and covered collages with perfectly similar reproductions. Cloned magicians hanging off of two dimensional lead bars, leeming through potato plant leaves, suspended over gurgling swamp and festering bio-cube. The oil is blood. Dripping thirteen chicken legs, soup made of feet, brother made of insects.
Lifting harpoon guilt into abominable arena of comatose action-at-a-distance sea-sickness.
Har.bringer of dust and smoke growth, dust cloud the size of a gnat. Gr..ting salt against h.x.
At Last. There Are Three Components to the Ever-Sketched Schematic.
Tear a hole in the fabric of three different things: Pl.ces, P.rsons.
Mind is sapped, brow is furrowed, sap turns to amber.
Smells like ambrosia - nectar of the Gods. Smells kind of unpleasant (I don't really like ambrosia).
Quilted landscape filled with mummies of past regrets.
Each night the tomb is a door is a tombway. The stain is fungal, clasping.
Every person needs an Houri.
Molasses, mo' process for to accept the pongification of truth.
To C: Drive: a well is borne down deep into the damp ear Th-. Condensation pools.
Borehole squeezing downward and terminating in bare cosmos.
Futile submission to: plasma thruster acceleration, manifold starpoint manifestations.
   (Do not be willful.)
The record is caught in a groove OR the radio is broken OR the cd-r is skipping.
Cogenvergence demoted to swirling or drifting or falling, or fading and throbbing.
Inevitable approach to the event horizon, mathematical withering of personal reality.
   (looping Aa, grinding clock gears)
The Being; stripped and stretched into infinity(-1) | a shell forever approaching singularity.
The husk is stripped, strung with temporal anchors in a blizzard of empty wind.
The pedaled flesh is vulnerable, and embarrassed because, and embarrassed not because.
   The will a key, turned loose from the lock;
   foal and man diverge at the stalk.
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