Found Flesh which write the Bones are Preserved and soon Wasteful

cut ragged                                                       by pretensions

ending patience                                                    the hungered

trying television                                         sampling yesterdays

rich imagery                                                  of no-no meaning

gold on gold                                                      geisha glamour

timeless poetics take the piss out of pantomime surrealists.

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