0: Neither cares. They keep turning.

1: They're always just on the verge of waking up. Any moment now. Any moment now.

0: She raises her right palm to the sky; lowers her left to the earth.

1: The world spins on a new axis today.

0: This is what we have made.

1: Unaware.

0: Neither cares.

( ))))) ( ) ) ( ) )) )(( ) ) ) ( )

There are still hidden pockets of disbelief.

There are still several words they have not yet acquired. In the cellars, alchemists gather
syllables into beakers, experiment late into the night. They work centuries to create a new word for love.

It has no sound. It is its own empty dictionary.

In a clean white driveway, a man and a woman stare at each other. There is nothing more they can say.

Neither cares.

Their silence is monitored, analyzed, mirrored.

This is the new face of sedition. The elite find themselves ignored, and soon they are at a loss. This revolution is completely unspoken. Lies are mirrored by an unrelenting silence, a ruthless grammar of ignorance that refuses documentation.

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We will be inspecting all thesauruses for damage and possible links to.

Grammarians and linguists now being tested for.

Transmitted through letters and words and other forms of.

In the interest of public safety, consonants are thrown up against one another overnight by special forces. Peacekeeping truths are dispatched and concealed in the secret
possibilities of vowels. The spaces between -- this is where the codes lie. Future generations will be forced to make new sounds with their lips and teeth.

An army of rebel soldiers with no tongues or feet.

An image of peace, whirling.

A representation of.

Nostalgia is a.

Disease.

The doorways are.

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-- neither cares. The wandering storyteller is all out of tricks. Winter looms absolute. Every last letter has been copyrighted, signed, sealed, and delivered to the enemy. Hunger. Despair.

Our words mean nothing here.

Soldiers are the poets of the new millennium.

Rimbaud and Ferlinghetti inhale the poison dust of text, choke themselves into a sullen emblem of.

Graffiti missiles graced with hand-painted stanza and homophobic meter fly.

Crude metaphor falls under cover of nightvision sky with the tranquility of an invisible ash.

Bridges collapse; the world pretends to mourn; this moment will pass; we disappear inside the letter o.

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I have potassium pills for protection. Israeli gas masks. Ancient religious texts. I have
secured a copyright on the entirety of my intellectual property. This idea cannot be
reproduced or retransmitted in any form, electronic or otherwise. The following images are the sole property of their author, and may not be imagined, used, or represented, in any way shape or form, without the express written consent of their originating source:

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"--when was the exact moment you decided to send this back to the manufacturer for
a refund? when did you realize this was not what you originally ordered? how long before enduring freedom became impossible?"

Officials will neither confirm nor deny; your enemies want you confused; not dead.

Repeat.)