spring 2011
visions
unfoundedly we fear the capacity for by kat lee We ended up promising the air from our lungs. We invoked the disastrous; we worked in a textiles manufacturing company in São Paolo. We attempted to anoint ourselves with palm oil generously obectized and coasted on modified starch. We startled. We picked our teeth. We were where wheat flour contains wheat. We claimed emulsified guts, dorsal sockets, half-dried comforters and Frenchmen struck through with soy sauce. It was our way of getting our calcium in that obesogenic community without blowing the agent standing dark glasses in hand, in pockets, in a crossing guard vest and crossing. We were conducting ourselves on a day that may or may not have celebrated the half-life of the General Attorney. A moment, s’il vous plait. The gluten of our world organic compels the riboflavin in our bloodstreams. We eat the singular potato. We cross our toes. We feel without breaking the infinitesimal weight of the sparrow egg and our mortality extract(ed) from beefbone sarcophagi. Powder our lower eyelashes, salt our words. We succinate our souls from the soda fountain decked in an onion core; green, the maltodextrinic odor yeasting from a game of housechildmother of four, 4, 14, 15 with child and the dog (potassium carbonate, sodium carbonate) two, disodium on second thought; we sugar our observations against the best intentions of the economists. The cuttlefish lies dormant within us. It palpitates through but does not stir the abnormalities spaced between our kelp forests. Inherent and intricate, oleoresin creation requires only the prompting of maple sap and deep sea anglers to fire the shot at our tongues’ starting gates. Synthesis is but the revelation between a child’s carnival caramel, wild mushrooms, and horsetail bristle. Everything the arborous amour tapped directly into was the body in place of glucose. Man lives on anticipation alone and the occasional foray into carrot culture. We America the corn fields, soybean&fish the seas; our generation indiscriminates between black and redyellow and brown unless in the case of pepper. Circles form for liberty and a view for every household. Egalitarian garlic, we would be sitting on picnic blankets unable to breathe, sink, or know. Pilfered, the cuttlefish opens. The utterance of our names releases the color paste and calcium from our bones. We pay our debt in pocket change, dying of osteoporosis before our 30th birthdays.
the american way alex toyoshima ’11 oil on canvas
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