Category Archives: Screeds

Angry? You won’t like me when I’m angry . . .

Spray

The morning I shall expend In doctors’ waiting rooms; Book on knee, pen in hand Ass on chair, hair on head Water in polycarbonate beside Cellphone in thick wool bag — But mostly pen in hand (Extension of brain) Writing … Continue reading

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Model T

That we should have to use a keypad to work our will upon a computer is so — tomorrow. Yes, and tomorrow, we will still be frigging with these crappy pieces of future with their crappy Model T software. Star … Continue reading

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