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planet is pulling loose from its moorings, careening into space, spilling
cities and mountains and seas into the Void, spinning faster and faster
as days and nights flash by like subway stations. Iron
penis chimneys ejaculate blue sparks in a reek of ozone, tunnels crunch
down teeth of concrete and steel, flattening cars like beer cans. Graffiti
eats through glass and steel like acid, races across the sky in tornados
of flaming colors. |
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