P L A N T A R C H Y 2 - Critical Documents

Stuart Calton
VERSUS ALL OVER BODY-GHOST
Wake up production ghost to replace
you in satin can’t move leg becomes
rhetorical blankets of ectoplasmic
slag situate you at 05:15 in a
nodal cupboard-like bucket interface
all sawn up and immaterialised in
solidarity into everyone else yours
unscriptedly who pricks what when
who cares anyhow you get reformed
and I care, Jack. We all do the electric pincushion
slots dance into the star-spread
Small Wonder Pin Blossom stuffed with
autopoiesis or mounted in a bodytechnology
interstice so whilst the cited
former-speech act hangs from the
air-con vent, yours airily pop so the
pillow spinning across the ceiling is
the one under your head and your
head follows the great belvedere of
strained carrot or gender normalcy
laid out in ice trays, your shout.
Afterwards you still can’t move, ghost
conclave into the mattress situates you
as untested returns encoded into an
imaginary job app all around the world
everyone dissolved into a light-web, arm
check-box hyperlinked to the irrelevant
lip-field disgustedly yours make a move for
etc. bury you. Cools down violently: each
twitch less than the last twitch over your
star-mapped nerve-colony heightens the
electric accuracy of whatever gets hauled out
your arse and graphically reassessed in
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