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base camp vantage point thought saturations no.1

slow imbalance shrouds conjuring frozen omens in a long cold… two room field hospital on the northern perimeter… drawn-out dissonant resonance, standardised procedures crackle in dying head-sets… a crippled sun bleeds poisoned yellow over dismal radioactive snowfields…  empty beds, shattered windows, our breath in the air as we boil the remaining rations…

morning prayer and water purification… magnesium and iron… rogue drones whine hopelessly lost in a chemical heavens… cold fronts blow in as war hymns flit and whirr from a portable turntable, car-battery operated, connected to a clock radio speaker… a hundred thousand miles of steppe, a broken promise in a long stare in the half-light…

depopulation, fire-bombing, base camp vantage point thought saturation… do that cold-hearted loss-of-innocence pose on the rifle-range, board member mahogany tables in flames…. oil-slaked body parts; war games… a protocol sheet nailed to the head of a dead child soldier… know still there is a dim flicker of salvation beyond these blackened inclines…

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one thousand grave candles lining the drained lake no.1

full blown grave decoration slave state, body farm dreams of the delta… magnanimous clown-face; doom shroud for the post apocalyptic spiritual… thousand yard stares into the radiation fields… homeless talk-show host abortions; blood parasites going viral…. transient moments doused in ‘go live’ humiliation… morbid tourist hostage crisis news-feed… codeine relapse; histrionic… saddle bags draped in kings solomon’s mines…

basic sunken tomb layout, two room, windowless coffin; eye into the world… hold tight, slit throat, convoys on fire… ride the snake. one thousand grave candles lining the drained lake… pump jacks wince in a psychedelic dawn… frozen go codes, dirt roads, black bison lashed to the back of a flat bed… petrochemical sheep-deep. shake those rusting chains…

momentary lapse of proportion; off topic… fourth quarter punt to armageddon,.. losing the voters to a bout of pandemic, genocidal fields… that’s that harrowing dissonance dream disturbance on on an upriver row-boat, floating out into  psychedelic eclipse…. where we riding to? …mercenary approach, lawn furniture fold outs on burial grounds…. cesspools in eden… gutting a two track to the sound of shell-fire on the west bank…

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fever dreams at the detection facility no.3

torrential chemical rain falling from a neon cloud-field sky… black lung howling through the valves… poisonous centipedes crawling across the consoles, writhing inside the switch-boards… fever dreams at the detection facility, cold sweats, malnutrition and radiation sickness…  absolute silence in the seconds before the blast-wave…

intermittent static, morse-tapping and cut-up voice-tracks coming over the field sets… batteries bleeding acid out over dusty concrete floors… oil pools under decommissioned patrol vehicles.,. hissing ghost voices in the wires talking of fallout sex agonies and nausea dreams within the fog of war turmoil… gas mask baptisms…

shivering limbs under the fluorescent lights, white-noise-side-chain dissonance in the headsets… cold stares into the field, faint shadows in the half-light; radioactive dust spiralling around the reinforced concrete bunker walls… walking out into the nothing-field, dead insect eyes reflecting the new desert sun, in the exact moment of the flash…

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fever dreams at the detection facility no.2

a gathering storm coming in, radioactive dust spiralling around the reinforced concrete bunker walls… low frequency modulation across the radar-field, white-noise-side-chain dissonance through the valves… cold-sweats and shivering limbs under the fluorescent lights; before flickering instrument panels…  poisonous centipedes crawl across the consoles…

filtered drones in the long distance and a looped image track of rain falling on the corrugated iron awning roof of an abandoned farmhouse; seconds before the blast-wave hits… an endless rattling and scratching within the air ducts… cold stares into the field… frozen moments captured on magnetic tape, rotting in the sunken archives… fever dreams from the detection facility…

intermittent static, morse-tapping and cut-up voice-tracks coming over the portable units… faint shadows in the half-light… the wind whipping across the compound; the hammering of a worn shutter breaking free of its fastenings… distorted calculations, lost reels, invalid results; corrupt data… dead insect eyes reflect the twin desert suns, in the exact moment of the flash…

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geometry of a mid-town intersection no.3

sepia image tracks bleeding out across a blast-wall frame… white-noise and static over the field radio… impossible hymns in diseased throats echoing out along shattered glass corridors, down polluted streets; climbing above tower-blocks looming over the slowly decaying industrial district… a match-head ignites at one thousand frames per second…

dismal gloom, and a hazy chemical sky hanging thick above the geometry of a mid-town intersection… a drone camera circles the scene, detailing the unfolding complexities… merciless falsehoods of the tabloid news press spilling over into a storm-drain… a series of blurry 35mm shots blown-up across a bombed-out mall; misery and starvation…

vagaries of the street-corner architecture, complex measurements amidst the fractured landscape snap-shot. slow polaroid exposures framing burnt-out bodegas and cop cars… grid networks undulating, intertwining; steadily burning across the map. we set up camp on the roof of an abandoned police precinct overlooking an empty parking lot…

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