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Monday 30 July 2018

Eating from the letter (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)









           all for less
       to the quick
all too now
       barely turning 
the sweet accumulator 
on the stop
 accumulator 
     in flocks 
serrated
              in the single halter
glass appearing 
    to be loaded hot
    with eyes 
     either turned slipper 
           line of days
 are too soon,
      the bedroom alarm 
sets the
face in value
      sealed the 
wedge as chastity 

up nobody has, children (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)






trust seal
          is cylindric 
        to estranged
backdrop 
on the 
whole thing 
for good as
    the mud flats,
when traded 
       with living blood
in labour like 
 the souks 
you in hatred 
for the upkeep of place,
bloodline always 
choking and why 
we move 
 those who 
   did not 
feast 
to music is 
    rustic meal the 
pot of 
    the same food,
 inverted milk 
     snuff from 
the roses and 
it’s own business,  
we a plate 
      of victuals 
that would 
   still have 
no discipline to 
  counterfeit 
this vitreous
    count to choil,
     whilst cutting
  over the 
  hydroponic 
      muddy feet 
               for maudlin,
      the unknown mob 
             where mosquito disperses 
          your heart-rhymes
all that 
    has gone before us
       has to  do with
 table manners

PARTY POLITICS, LIMA ZULU 2







     




































































Monday 23 July 2018

PARTY POLITICS 28th of July



CASH BAR / NASA / MIMO / NO PHOTOS

(after party local) 

15, Orion Business Centre, Surrey Canal Rd, London SE14 5RT

Sunday 22 July 2018

1 2 3 4 5 6 subtitles in english









  over all that 
roll into
 asset like a 
 sickened whatever, 
this is the heart
            repeated equally
you can breathe 




Friday 20 July 2018

up nobody has (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)










   trusted 
          is cylindric 
        to estranged
backdrop 
on the 
whole thing 
for good 
    the mud flats,
when traded 
       with living blood
in labour like 
 the souks 
you in hatred 
     so they slide 
up nobody has 
this plain as day,
not waning and why 
we move 
 those who 
   did not 
feast 
to music is 
    rustic meal 
now you 
     at the back, the 
pot of 
    the same food,
 the inverted milk 
     snuff from 
the roses and 
business,  
we a plate 
      of victuals 
that would 
   still have 
no discipline, 
  all that 
    has gone before us
       has to  do with
 table manners