PAYDAY KOANS — deadwww

1. Payday Koans

            You end in remnants.
            A collapsed star.
            Death's dwarf.
            THROWN-FAR.
            .
            A net's worth.
            A claimant.
            That's the arrangement.
            .
            Best to get acclimated.
            Best to get accustomed.
            .
            When the tide comes in.
            You'll be a feast for lobsters.
        

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░░ AI IMAGE — NOUVELLE VAGUE 1976 ░░

nouvelle vague film still from 1976 of a lithe red-blonde long-haired man with high cheekbones and an angular jawline is holding his own detached head by the hair, walking down a back alley in a neon-lit hollywood, wearing a black silk trenchcoat worn open, dark sunglasses, black italian leather loafers, and silver-grey mohair trousers cropped at the ankle. the mouth of the head emits an eerie purple light.

"The asshole doesn't need to be ashamed of being the asshole." — Kōdō Sawaki Rōshi, To You

2. Jasmine

Lotta walking dead are just humans has-been.

Currency is rough when you're living past tense.

Wracked with stress.

Torturous.

A lifetime of crippling anxiety (cliche) manifests itself in onerous excesses.

Sex and drugs and violence (cliche).

Masks on masks on masks (cliche).

Tragicomic.

Supernatural teen romance bleeds on.

Child actor.

Flee the temple, flood the tunnels.

All that spills is the humor of mortals.

At some point you subdivided, turned about face, and walked away.

Then you did it again.

Now the bits are scattered.

Mind slain matter.

Central nervous fried.

Palaces crumble.

The sun is indifferent.

Titans fall.

The moon is ambivalent.

Does the sheath not weep for the sword?

Dark patterns on dead webs.

Burnt earth's worth.

Champagne hissed tomorrow's ache sweetly.

Blaggard baggage.

Night's scents flower abundant.

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"It is always the enemy who started it, even if he was not the first to speak out, he was certainly planning it; and if he was not actually planning it, he was thinking of it; and, if he was not thinking of it, he would have thought of it." ― Elias Canetti, Crowds and Power

3. "All Those Blonde Boys in Black Leather"

            They're calling it post-literacy.
            So why take my posts literally?
            .
        

ALERT:

You could self-insert. Like any other dildo-doer does dirt.

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4. Dearly Entrenched May You Rot

May you be cursed to reunion tours and anniversary shows and Plays the Album in Full.

May you be doomed to

L - e - g - a - c - y.

Nostalgia.

Torment.

Taunt.

Prisoner of the zoo.

Flaunt it.

Self-made.

Your weakness builds me.

Support Living Artists Billions of years of accumulated oxygen and here you are, sucking. █

5. Deadwww

They spent their days sharing bits and bobs and links and images of things that they hated.

Paraphernalia.

Suicide trophies.

Gorgon conclusions.

Perseus clutchloft misery's mocking.

You've captured the screen, or so you think.

(it's the other way around)

Depressives commiserating.

(and they'll say "Wow, that's deep," roll their eyes, and get right back to it)

This is what friendship is, now.

Love's inversion.

Withered.

Without the vigor for hate.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is caved-in.

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6. Drip

Busted shower. Pitiful waterfall.

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7. Sludge Culture

            Poverty stricken and copyright struck.
            Matches made in hell.
            Faces that got stuck.
        

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8. Jasmine II

There is something in me that wants to walk well into the night, perhaps on into to the next day. I have never determined if it is some ancestral prostitute or patrolman.

The jasmine at night.

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9. Acephale Cavalier

            An idiot, tailed by a toll, emptied of sound.
            Cure your skull.
            Greenness, highness, hindsight's anger.
            .
            Echoes of omens.
            Remains of romans.
            Ashes of allfalldown.
            .
            From the ruins of reputation.
            You've been telling tales that weren't yours to tell.
            Flying sails in storms engorged with swell.
            .
            Intimidation requires timidity.
        

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10. Think It Might Be a Depeche Mode Song?

            I'd love to see your likeness.
            It's sad to hear you're loveless.
            An additive to silence.
            Every arbor's sorrow's headhung.
            An evening opening.
            Inner daze.
            We're all stuck in our ways.
            .
            Space.
            How low can you go?
            Speak for yourself.
            .
            No really — get your hand out of my ass.
            A clean shot.
            Better than a bad stab.
            Arrangements sought.
            You do as you oughtn't.
        

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11. Aeolian Blownapart

FOR THOSE SCORING AT HOME —

Your grey garden's got a bit of green.

May you live to see the wickedness of your enterprise fail.

Neurofluorescent handsome lissome —

Played stupid so long that it stuck.

Bimbos get the bread baby I don't give a fuck.

Fed your ego on def ears.

Now die a death and depart dear.

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12. A Tape Recorder Stops Two Times Revealing Unrhyming Lines

Old glory's got a gory backstory. __ The undertakings of an unearthling. __ Old glory's got a gory backstory. __ The undertakings of an unearthling.

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13. ＥＧＯＴEЯRORＩＳＭ

            Wash your face.
            It's where people look.
            It's what they think of as "you."
            .
            Even though you're not there.
            You're lower.
            More toward the center-midline.
            If you're anywhere at all.
            .
            You've accumulated soot.
            You're stacked smoke.
            .
            There's a light on.
            But no one's home.
        

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14. You Change the Channel to See What Else Is On for Five Seconds

The Assailant's footsteps echoed loud with digital reverb and delay. Triple the time of the 808 molasses' sludge march through —

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15. Tab Hoarder

            Fat cattle, taxed and conveyed.
            Faustian exhaust.
            .
            When you get tired of me?
            Escape to the keys.
            .
            Everybody's bugging out.
            Cuz the insects have taken over.
            Who's your god now little man?
            .
            Are you westbound, or just tied at the wrists?
            Read any good minds lately?
        

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16. Rock Essentials

            I, for one, want out of the sun.
            The spot's lit but I'm having no fun.
            .
            I want to get away.
            Get away from everyone.
            .
            Everyone but you.
            Redeem me from infinity.
            Release this curse.
        

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17. Absentia

I'm not here. But I'm presently humous.

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18. Schopenhauer

The goddamn TV was on all the time. Booming unimpressively.

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19. Statutes

            Every fortune a crime.
            What's got you crying for mine?
            .
            Dry your eyes.
            We don't have the time.
        

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20. In Memory of Media

            Vengeance is mine.
            But I'll let you borrow it.
            So long as you bring it back without a scratch.
        

Image

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21. Bad Gateway

BAD GATEWAY WRITING IS A MEANS OF REASONING ABOUT A THING READING IS A REASON TO MEAN WHAT YOU SING MY SONG IS SETTING NOW IS THE TIME THIS IS THE END OF JAMES DEVINE APPREHEND ME

OR I FLY

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22. We Are Mechanical Royalty

My father was a drug dealer who abandoned and disclaimed me.

Chemical vassal.

Vessel.

Chrome viscera.

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