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  • Writer's pictureAkademie ghost


Tongue tasted text when pen touched tongue and text was dissolved by saliva on tongue the taste of a random tuber shaped like a letter with extra limbs, sucked dry the ink and relished the sustaining meaning held in its fluid fixity. He said where does all this anger go, into a shout? What does a hard shout look like? One you could throw at people like rocks in a riot, words could calcify and become harder, you could spit or piss them out and then sharpen them. She thought about a reply and then they both started to make lunch.

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