Flodis Issue 14

Published in

· 26 Apr 2019

  

      flowers of disruption... 

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF        #14, the zine for tasha & anjee 

            ... flowers of disruption. 
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sucky tomato: 
    be my friend 
    end over end 
    find my nest 
    you're the best 

have you ever seen a man as dead as eileen?  she's got the black circles 
under her eyes and she's found deceased rats under the tables at the 
restaurants.  she's worn clothes of dead people and attended funerals of 
unknown celebrities.  returning to her house means the greatest victory for 
mankind, the total dysfunction of liberty, and cascading mountains of 
sublime literature.  hope to jump toward houses of gray shingled rooves, 
the doors at the floor with the stairs leading to the stereo, and the 
garbage with music and food.  half-eaten, both may be.  heads of half-hair 
reading books of jars and bells, free to feel jingles with harmony of 
fretting souls.  king of the land rolls over dusty unkempt yards, joysticks 
of international freedom.   

treat me to a sundae, treat me to your meal.  release the troubled junction 
from the pain that it must feel.  yell NO at the sky, it's not coming down, 
land of the lord of the dogs at the pound, grate at my nerve, pull from the 
well, sky's getting closer but still it ain't fell, run to the trailer, 
tell don of the sound, spinning and swirling, the rain runs around. 

grains of the 'leet run trails 'round my feet, wood on the wall of the box 
with paper and crayons to draw on our faces and our hands and show to the 
mom and say "hi! look at this!"  and smiles come up on faces and express 
love and fear because who knows what we might turn out to be?   

but god, we're so sweet right now, and we pee in our clothing, and we play 
house in the fibreboard kitchen, look at our little people, they fit so 
perfect into the bus. 

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              flowers of disruption 
            /    number fourteen 
   ...     /        contact trilobyte@hoe.nu 
 c(^_^)o       about this zine that gets 
  (   )          written for tasha and anjee 
  (   )        and almost for other people too sometimes 
   ^-^ 

"she was intended by god to be a virtuous woman. 

out, jezebel, out.  in jesus's name."