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//VEGAS OF THE SOUL
By Keith Niles The heiroglyphs of talent are everywhere, decipher them at your peril, their pyramids dot this desert scape, you can enter nearly at will, what will you learn? The hieroglyphs of the millennium are etched in the cranium of the computer, easily erased by an errant operator. The orifices of the insidious are dank and cavernous; the lechers inside are bearded, blind and resentful. The hieroglyphs of talent are etched on the walls of the cranium, the brain pulses with uranium, it’s all impossible, inane. The pyramids dot the desert, the muscles of the oppressed are impeccable, tan and indolent, they slave, they rock. Every second the system shuts down, every second the system reboots, every molecule playing roulette, the Vegas of the soul, arid and infinite, neon impossibility of chance, attention span zero, attention span nil…. keith niles is a hermit whose natural habitat is a dank 1 bedroom in los feliz, california. he subsists on sunflower seeds, modellos with limes, and an odd unending optimism. |
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