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Atmospheric |
Rumors of a full
withdrawal. Meat Pants gazes at the information ceiling, and a faint stain appears in what we used to think of as "the sky" (blue shadows moving along yellow fields of interference). Someone in high office declares that it is forbidden to refer to the sky as an airy dome of graceful contrivances. Henceforward Meat Pants must refer to it as "the brain without a hat," or "the bucket upended to contain enemy forces." Meat Pants becomes a sky geographer, observes local sky formations including front lawns, ledger books and faintly visible whales. On the nightly news, Meat Pants reports on sky geography at latitudinal coordinates 34 degrees north-east, forecasting alphabet tools native to the Tigris and Euphrates River Valley and eleven ashes from a matchbook diary. |
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