“We’re going wireless.” The TTM is the first example of nonfiction from fiction, spun throughout these turntale-bull chapters. Making real-world objects (whatever the real world is in 2019?) books and vinyl records, taken from within this wonky turvy fictional-verse under your eyelids: Deep Scratch History World. Plush shuffled up close to the turntables with a … Continue reading DEEP SCRATCH – FOUR
A fake poem by an non entity called Acryllic Figa tsars like russian oligarchs like white supremacist cop tasers like bullydon boys in pork tie and blazars like a global air born disease Severe Global Airborn Rightwing Syndrome Fly: Selected Poetry by Steven Pratt Link: http://a.co/3of5XFj sgars across the planet tsars and czars and little zazen … Continue reading A fake poem by an non entity called Acryllic Figa
Cor Bin Yow oi you its you innit cor bin yow could it Fly: Selected Poetry by Steven Pratt Link: http://a.co/3of5XFj to have bin yow or not bin yow to have run a mile in another mons shoe another you seems possible to me and a new you too for true cor bin yow was it … Continue reading Cor Bin Yow (For Jeremy Corbyn)
Fly: Selected Poetry by Steven Pratt Link: http://a.co/3of5XFj the wake of the headless one pt. 1 ...posting past to post first to last longest header to footer to goal posts get in modernisn't pist on post apocalapse timespace spice-trading post pipped at the post by the male ape adam nohbiginning noh ending nohawk at the well … Continue reading the wake of the headless one pt. I and II
Mohawk Artwork by CHU http://www.schudio.co.uk The Mohawk Club down to gothamsterdam city clouds curl like hair parting to reveal grey root beneath platinum breaking through air to reveal silver moonlight streaking down solid rays bouncing off the puddles street amber tiger lightning shattered glass outside that stinky moon eclipsed by rolling marshmallows snatching the eye … Continue reading The Mohawk Club
TRANE YOURSELF. By Fly Agaric 23. Fly: Selected Poetry by Steven Pratt Link: http://a.co/3of5XFj The Great hall of records getting Looted, Dear Lord. The gods I wonder? Eye dreamt about a blue one legged Thunder bolt Containing one hundred and eight Coltrane tomes Ascending through time from 1967! June 1967! Six days war and plunder. Sun … Continue reading TY is for TRANE YOURSELF. Nov. 2003
