2YLSDHamidstCLGIC

A love poem by txtboy: you're beautiful like rain cascading
underneath the neon moonwash
like the stars converging in white noise
and the clothesline spiraling in a black hole
you're vital display screen
electric green
waveform tangle

NDA

Together piecing ashphalt and thudding pavement in out minds
we hearken to a circle sitting down
And in that circle sitting casting light rays from the sun
imagine me and you, a neo-France
the virus spreading
the cure is lost
and flowers trees and jungle sprout
in Railway Square
devouring cars

Jess txt poems of April

Wheeling through this wilderness is
Sender:
JessT +61407002***
Sent:
1-Apr-2006
01:36:32

The rugged individualist/consensualist stands amidst the smoking ruins and proclaims "I will not be tyrranised by poverty, I will have a dinner party!"
Sender:
JessT +61407002***
Sent:
20-Apr-2006
00:42:21

All in black tshirt, pants and leather jacket (black of course) I assualt gods monopoly on creation. With a half brick in hand. The Jestifer
Sender:
JessT +61407002***
Sent:
27-Apr-2006
00:40:58

txt

Hey Matt i am waiting for the 428 see you soon
Sender:
Lynn Ck
+61408467***
Sent:
4-Mar-2006
15:11:17

El Maiten

alright...
come and look at us
we're so integrated

upload

he considered uploading the information
even before the decode transfer had finished
his strategy fractured in space

radio pen

plugged into his radio-pen
he wrote about channel changing
and valleys where the signal didn't arrive

Ovalle

and as he made that purchase, locked in the interchange cycle
the air he maintained was of a quiet suspicion and contempt
never fully giving his approval for the process

txt

How good is it when you leave work and suddenly realise that the tune you are humming is “Singing in the Rain”?!
Remitente:
Jess
+61407002***
Enviado:
27-Jul-2005
18:43:07

scanning for lifeforms

numberone

3it’s
when we
delve deep inside

2each other’s thoughts
that we reduce

1each other to
the number
one

-U-

Knowing well your knots
I beckon from both sides
And draw you closer and closer to my neck

computer fried

back in touch with computer-fried self
blue reds and blacks click-clack
in position
green screen readouts and
weighing up the sitch with some
finger flex…

arise_cyborg_

access stations


lean information period
led to
recycle patterns in the memory buffer
super-analytical manner
grating metallic shards in optic nerve

shards became infected
bytes were taken
brilliant lights shone to illuminate nothing
disrupting and destroying
corrupting
bleeding out

like a cell phone in the sewer
and the coat hanger antenna
like the mashed market masses
amassing in the square

we squarely have your signal contact beacon
and recommended course of action

arise_cyborg_

access stations

tomodashi

temporal incision
holding pattern
organise action
stay on top

(ripping fingernails)

locking lost hook
penetrating look
eyeballs connected to B.R.A.I.N
s y s t e m

(ripping toenails)

chew your pen lid
flick your ruler
catapult your rubber
i n to the fan

El Tunel

I'm not sure but i think it's something to do with dancing...

txt

warm watching you sleep watching your chest rise and fall like empires.
Remitente:
jes
+61405692***
Enviado:
30-Aug-2005
12:13:02

txt

i wrap myself up in your words and roll cigarettes from little pages of old books. Devouring what i destroy as what i destroy devours me.
Remitente:
jes
+61405692***
Enviado:
03-Jun-05
02:40:15

txt

The tigers are playing in the final. Im at narwee pub. I went to the gallery at Canberra to see the bill viola exhibition. Check him out www.billviola.com xoxo333
Remitente:
Greer
+61401177***
Enviado:
2-Oct-2005
19:10:47

Skills

Clean teeth (expert class)
Tie shoelace
Dial telephone (either hand, without looking)
Type
Read
Talk
Move
Fill bottle (with running liquid)
Operate mobile phone
Use safety pin

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