16 January 2025
rejected for Cordite 116: Remember 28 March 2025
laminar flow
haloed out, this dystopian survivor’s tale in sepia, shimmering over left over children while a neat conductor with headphones, yes a white voice in a library, squeaks one black character at a time into a machine operated by chance, definition, rote, whatever particles could be determined at random intervals, hee hee, under ermined would be apt some squirrelling going on a smart thing for little quick things to do; an internment interment inter alia riff does it want to make you itch? oh, alright, intermittent yes intermittency nails it interminably bang bang bung
and out it pours the truth in liquid form
there is a capability sworn beyond the stars, in the general sense as far away, heck now we know how far it’s a badge of humour, to constellate it, go on, g’warrrn… let’s have it out, the answers, spout away it could well be everything is one thing after another next to another to the eye it’s all the same smooth stuff you don’t know how fast or far it’s moving it seems still just a still life caught on a camera that was never prepared for what it was there for to see for me when yours truly was a boy at least I think I was
poring over a map in a bedroom library universe searching for lost infinite waters preferably the chocolate of the gods yes chocs I ate then in my mind I ate them down a crumb or two remaining in case an archaeologist came by, whistling for the hell of it in such good humour honour honorific a mediaevalist at heart but gotta make a buck a quid a shelling from your can brings
me to the proposition I was to make, remember?