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“Nobel Peace Prize” by hi(y)per-b===z%-7

Put on a pair of pleated slacks……
Jangle a little bit and adjust your radioscope…
Reduce me to code…
Break me down to my basic constituents…
Compose my consciousness.,,

Avoid advanced dental care at your peril…
Endless waiting rooms adjoin each other into eternity,…
Magazined and newspapered…
Thin exoplanet crusts snap like classroom chalk….
I just cannot get a lock on your location….
Shaking with strange average mania….
You’re not bothered….
And I can hardly imagine
Trinketry jangles in your torn breast pocket…
I sent you an email with friendly viruses attached....
Deep blue skies hang like sheets on your clothes line…
I know your product, and I am a shameless opportunist,.,
It whips you into a belated frenzy….
Snoozing in the limelight..
Our chaotic inclinations increasingly distended…
Emblazoned, and how could I ever forget?..
No hands upon your sweeping broom...
Our dusk-filled cartons pouring out heaven..,.
Dilated lenses bend a lazer starlight…
We fuck until we ditch the sun and find the moon….
Coefficiency infiltrating our algebraic dreams..,
Be my guest and take a fucking million
I dial your number and listen to your fax machine.. ..
It howls in digital swoon.,..
A useless image, etched on a tantrum sunrise…
In a manner not becoming of your office.


Hi(y)per-b===z%-7 is a legal practitioner, freelancer and prolific writer of pretentious obscure nonsense.