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Barter Ballad Aaron Bromide and Kid Collapsible are trying to talk shop with Argot-Girl. They offer her a taste of their cure-all in exchange for a word that’s valuable. “Well I’m not sure what word’s available. Wouldn’t you rather have a piece of pearl, or I could dance the lilt and twirl, or I’ll… Wait, what’d you do with a word but babble?” “Well miss” answers Aaron, “we’d use that word to conquer what we could, kill what we can’t.” Kid Collapsible injects, voice dull, slow: “But Bromide I...

“Kill the Monkey…” (A Tango to entertain Guests to) after Gardel Kill the Monkey is scrawled on the tired mortar walls that dance slowly along lithe Buenos Aires. The merchants sell amidst blue curtains. The merchants sell amidst blue table cloths. Bellesica feeds her children with the meat embracing her bones in lonesome rooms. Phantoms and little boys are discreet. Phantoms that resemble the mirror. Meridian rain pursues citizens beneath storefront awnings and engulfs the gutters. Meridian...

Terrarium Scene Thin women, with their glamorous addictions, crowd the toilets. Sure, if you were to blow too hard, to powder they would crumble, but let’s not disturb their one brilliant minute—then they descend; tumble while dumb boys posture as loose cannons— Smuggled drugs and synthetic vipers coiled in the recesses of the plaster wall Your corpse is your weapon of last resort Your corpse is your weapon of last resort Your corpse is your weapon of last resort —Anemic-glitter-motherfucker—...