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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.

M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

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Your contributions are welcome.

email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com


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Shape shifter in search of coordinates.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Flax

I wrote you home tonight,
I didn’t write you home last night,
You were already home by the time we got there --
all madded out on space-cake and pheromones
Came in on a bus and busted you up for not being as happy as us

Alternating Currency was shocked at the way I told you down but days later I saw scant note to yourself...sketched out on scrap of paper.

It said "Relax"

Flax.



- D.C
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2 comments:

Florentino Lax said...

Florentino Lax!

---Yeah baboo!

September 21, 2009 at 2:06 PM
Simian Hood said...

"A monkey, ready to be shot up into space, ready to sacrifice himself for Project Mayhem."
- Tyler Durden,
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

January 21, 2010 at 12:56 AM

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