hello Ella
it is Thursday 4:49
playing Music from The Crossroads
- I said hey! Where you going?
She said hey! I don't know
So, we took the lift together
And we headed down below!
Hey! Hey! I know where -
playing Music from Peabody's House
- down, sweet liar
you're wrapped in your own doubts
and softened with honeyed clouds
and I don't mind it
you're a transcendental entity
riding on the hyperlanes to meet me
and I -
playing Cast from Rogan Jogan
- saying Mark, the thing about ABSOLUTION that you outta know, is that - it ain't all what it's cracked up to be. Think about -
playing Cast from Old World Readings
Hello Listeners-on-the-waves. Welcome back to Old World Readings, where always have the juiciest - and most legal - P-75 prose and poetry for our listeners to enjoy. The title of this piece is unknown, and I'm told it had just been scavenged from out on the dunes last night. As such, it hasn't been approved by the UFA yet - but, hey, when have we ever done you wrong? As always, I am Janet Cola, and this is Unknown-345.
David brought down Goliath with a 50. calibre rock and a 65-centimeter-long slingshot cord
I bring down Goliath with dirty, bitten, ragged fingernails
He will be ruined and thrashed so utterly that all he can do is sit
Loincloth-clad ass in the sand as the tide comes into halfway up his legs
Paralyzed in sheer simple shock that a person
Is capable of making eye contact with the sea's ugly pupils
It will be a windless day where the salt cannot and will not be carried on the air
The world will be stagnant aside from the ebb and flow of the ocean
Mosquitoes will brew themselves new bodies in the crevices of beach trees
And the rain will have last fallen a month ago on a day where it was painfully average
The rocks will not stir when they are battered by the waves because
They have endured far worse than spineless, lazy harassments
And they do not care for or about the tracing of fingers against their carapaces
As they were formed 50 million years ago for that specific purpose
And they now fulfil it on the front lines of Mariana trench warfare
YOU ARE READING
/BLOOD DRIVE/
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