meditative shreddingJoel Patton
1 meditative shredding, the low hum of the machine, familiar and unfamiliar unknown names, and drugs like mantras and sutras. hum of the machine: give grim gnomon fingers amongst the teeth to pick them clean. still the luxury of that imagining. 2 a sauce made from broken teeth, the fragments clattering on the plate. I can feel that noise at the base of my skull. 3 he recants his story. he recounts his story. there is the time, losing friends like teeth: tenuously.
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