Dented splintered scraped fractured menagerie of contact. It's all sports to all looking and around it goes where it stops pretensions pretend not to know. All knowing ignorance indifferent to needles injecting brokenness healed for more invasive language games. It's all sports to all looking and around it goes where it stops pretensions pretend not to know.
Farmer falling from the plane during a bathroom break what a breakthrough what a breakthrough effervescent with mountains down below coming up eventually no longer with food but with prisons and other plots to die in pieces unconnectable pieces. Cloud highlights and plateau split ends endings split and divided irrevocably playing an endless concerto for strings with their two themes complementary for the downward spiral that always finds another helix underneath the bleachers where it's all sports to all looking and around it goes where it stops pretensions pretend not to know. Fade and stain the aspens the flooring airplane toilet flushing as it continues above and away from the plummeting protagonist. Heading for no footing in the desert escaping into the trapdoor ceiling glass room glass cell see through cells working together and set apart into producing more transparent information gathered by more clauses harvested in the next crop of electronic addresses.
Water and wear focus worn by sadness water damaged neurons transmitting messages interwoven with formulas repeat for the next hit another hit slapped with the latest penalty for not purchasing this or that. This contradiction flicked off the monkey's stomach lands in the mouth of those in attendance passing by after repeating it repeats on stomachs passing by the cardboard under engines bleeding to death searching for transfusions in the 8th chapter of the book left in the back of the abandoned convertible. A pair of hands a pair of eyes (correction: only one eye the other with a patch) examine the book to find the last chapters missing. Half of Chapter 8 is left and only a page and a half of the 9th unconnectable pieces unconnectable irrefragable gaps grow between the walls of existence pressing against the alternating layers of void and matter outside and outside of that and outside of that.
Little girl writes in her notebook sitting in her tiny plastic chair on the side patio. She distracts herself from seeing another moving truck emptying the third or fourth house on her block. Fingers move the pencil to spell "duck" the duck she has appointed to be excluded from the latest game. It's all sports for all looking and around it goes where it stops pretensions pretend not to know. Her appointments and exclusions keep her focused and distracted from the moving trucks lining up down the block as the roof of the latest emptied house is punctured and the emptied house is refilled with the fallen body of the plundered protagonist. It's all sports for all looking and around it goes where it stops pretensions pretending not to know never stopping around it goes and around it goes watched by all looking into it all it's sports for all.
The pair of hands and pair of eyes (correction: only one eye the other with a patch) put the book back down in the back seat of the abandoned convertible. The book falls through the gaps to rest on the anthill below where the movement of the ants never stops as it continues to flow pretensions pretending not to know how it goes how it goes filling in those gaps that sprout between the walls of existence pressing against the alternating layers of void and matter and matter and void outside and outside of that and outside of that and outside of that.
- Max Stoltenberg