FlamingoesInTheMallFountain

Toto's Africa
insinuated,

radio Shack rando aiSle bleeping
gadgets from robotgut barginbins
clerk has braces w rubbrbands+shiny
headgear like its a fckng emrgency

Like...
teeth, you are a cancer!

a Dokken-only walkMan, clerk molts
in 10th grade¹, lightly mustached,
ready to facefuck/gumswap in the
violent sidelite of Steven Seagal

¹ face chrysalis: white teeth, veneers
buffed, antiseptic odor, the gross
nonfriction of two smooth objects

Fountain Diet 'Zona^™ Honey Ginseng w crushed ice, etc.

add floater spritz of Crystal Pep
bubble mist of saccharin rain²...

² poss song name? ^3
3 [poss band name: plastic blood?]

The cochise⁴ plethora of Eddie Bauer^{™ 5}: brown on brown on beige

yellow dadplaid, hawksound piped in,
lumberjax on sale lanyards, message
from futurepast
from le Jetee...
⁴Apache for "wood "
⁵a real man, a hunter

LOUDSPEAKER: Crop Tops at the food court!⁵

⁵do they have pho?

LOUDSPEAKER: Pain at the arcade Gauntlet⁶!

⁶Them leathercoated bastards - they are approaching!

And before us, now . . . the Mall Car. The IROC Z⁷ (lickably liquid black)

calculatr on dash leather ball on gearshft
the needleDicks are stirred into a frenzy
snowconed mouthstains pulsate, parents
wrapt in benson & hedges'd jean jackets
stare on glumly w hairspray'd discontent

<-BLUEPRINTS->
its not something worth knowing in any
kind of conscious way - - - a sub-lattice being formed
the opposite of building a building - - plans
are sketched on the outskrts of town - - trees razed
dirt moved - - rumours of Arbys and Big Lots and and
and the community pride surrounding - - naked
abject longing - - cinnabuns foment

[every summer the townsfolk must
chose a child 2 die in the lake]

Each real in the unReal swamp ___
 |
  \/
I wish I knew what to call it - - but I think of her
less and less now - - a large tibetan mastiff in
the   divorced dad’s basement
I feel the feelings in their absence - - I feel
their form - - pillow indent on brain tissue

Feeling:
the memory of spearmint

of recognizing loss

the sky was dying over the pines - - my ford - -
my Explorer⁸ - - almost a real truck - - ashtray
and everything - - standing still - - on the event
::digital ravine::   horizon - looking down – deep deep deep deep
 deep deep deep
deep deep
  down–

 into the neverending turquoise

⁷ The needledicks follow me in droves to the vehicle's display. Obviously programmed in a single algorithm with minimal variant. Occasionally occupying the same space and merging into mutant hybrids (see: glitch framing). I enter the chassis and adjust the rearview while they line up to dryfuck the tail pipe. I pop open my can of Diet 'Zona™ Honey Ginseng⁹. The tail lights flash. The tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the tail lights the
⁸Eddie Bauer™ Edition [standard V-8, 320 HP, 4WD] Bench seats. Full grain leather upholstery.
⁹ The price is on the can. Printed in large lettering so as to prevent obfuscation.

<<<ADDENDUM>>

MALL://SOFT: the middle is all Rain4est and Windex™. The birds brightened, fluorescent. The trees flicker in and out. Large spiders with garrish fangs appear and disappear along a comically straight digital web string y axis. There is an invisible barrier between the A/C and the faux humid Rain4est, a pressure rift in the air, the sickening insistence of chemical cleanliness. We continue to terraform our own creations. We create the pale moon, inside our eyes, from memory. From photographs, from staged lunar landing performance.

The fountain is bottomless. You can breathe in the water¹⁰. Fish swim in one of seven patterns. The pinkness of the flamingo painted on. Flashing left and right perspective depending on vantage point. Single plane dimensionality. The sound of rain on cheap marble, soft synths, an escalator rising up thru a glass gridded atrium with no discernible endpoint. Up into the black. Up into a single point. A pixel. A planck length. A singularity. A uniformity of mind. An absence of dimension. One.


¹⁰ Not water.

SPONSORS: IROC Z, Diet 'Zona, Windex Rain4est, Eddie Bauer, Jazzercise