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house eulogy #40; the secret partition opened to reveal a wardrobed skeleton adorned with fairy lights.

from Tortoiseshell Male in​.​.​. the Befuddling Mystery of the Moratorium by Tortoiseshell Male

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are you lullabied by midnight winter road traffic?
do you taste neon / taste pastel?

friendly faces are like buses
you wait ages then two come along at once
all the meatheads are out today
looking like unwitting gay icons
a fully grown man in a backwards baseball cap
stands next to a two walking sticked pensioner
both flagging down bus.
man who writes self-help books cannot help himself.
found hanging from noose by the pregnant priest
she said:

"merely background nausea, nothing to concern consumers
just incidental disturbance due to the oncoming trains."

i was melted, she was blottoed
when we opened the cupboard and discovered the body
scattering mothballs, wrapped in xmas lights
spiders can't catch flies
largactill kicks in and suddenly everyone is wearing white
is that an elderly sex tryst... or a pigeon dying?

"shakespeare's deathbed?"

"my filthy embarassment?"

open heart surgery for mapmaker...
open heart surgery for mapmaker
under open air conditions
open heart surgery for mapmaker
who didn't make it to the open door and died in his own home
open heart surgery for mapmaker
who also died but only for five minutes

"his internal defribulator had failed on him briefly"

"more people than ever before would like to be buried with their mobile phones"

drought of medicine ends same time as drought of cheapthickslicedwhitebread
a coincidence? yes.
9 out of 10 statistics are completely meaningless
the other one is totally unrepresentative due to its biased selection.
supposed cross-section of society embalmed with funeral march ringtone?
the mad old woman hunched over an empty pushchair
beautiful behind the wheel of an ice cream van, my topshop girl
a nurse on a mechanised bicycle rides past somewhat smugly
like a german in a wooden boat shaped like a car.
21-11-50-11-70
one hundred and five.
david lynch was interested in making a film out of red dwarf...
spooky synchronicity....
a coincidence? no.

"at that point i knew
that half of my friends & acquaintances were figments of my own imagination.
but i didn't know which ones."

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from Tortoiseshell Male in​.​.​. the Befuddling Mystery of the Moratorium, released November 5, 2008
Josef Motley - vocals, loops, samples
Pye Wackett - purrbass

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