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The cast of the next marvel movie has been announced

 

The cast of the next marvel movie has been announced

 

Ok, the last shit I’ve written was crap so I have to pick through it like a forensic scientist & find the cause of death Back to Peter, no enough bible, no offence writing in the age of euphemism & people pleasing more Paul’s job growing the company as I’ve said decent enough bloke just a poor drummer kind of like the girl in the white stripes bit wonky but looked good in the film clips & where the reader or more like when no where always a hard one in this time/space thing where would the poetry emerge (from?) when one is looking backwards to speak to the future now postmodernism has done well to kill our traditions so we no longer share myths which makes it hard for the poet to find footholds if one is to write today’s myths the names change too fast to be read in the future & the technologies also & so we are stuck with theory which generates about as much momentum as a blank wall concepts replacing flesh & blood the things we love now post love era & instead of belly laughs or tear jerkers we have that’s very funny or that’s very sad like children falling asleep hugging ipads instead of mum or her surrogate teddy bear it’s cold where is the warmth?

 

Next came cc rider & he rode actually when he took his helmet off he was a she still cc rode alone Beethoven had never heard a Kawasaki before his ears listening into to the pastoral & he heard the breathing of the trees in the city it was a mess for someone going deaf but that’s where his meal ticket was so distress versus food the centuries old dilemma ever since the birth of the modern city the mass migration of people off the land & now even the sheep dog replaced by drones all creatures great & small betrayed by the concept machine

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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