The following was half dadaist writing experiment half fan fiction
I took two pages in a bar scene from Ian Esselmont's Stoneweilder
selected fragments of sentences and words
and strung them together with a little sci fi twist
and other twisty twists!
Rainbow
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of this covenant…..
I was merely dictating my calling!
rubbed the sleep
rub a dub dub
from my eyes
listen!
I'd only dreamed
of such generosity
don't you see
don't you?!
you see….
blinkered
in a negative
confrontation
as you are
listen!
chants
in a crowded room
eyed
uncertain
silent
ah yes, in that place
i remember
the dirtiest most degrading tasks
and the children! the children!
won't you buy me another shot?
wide eyed
and soft
suspicious of such generosity
I had no intention of leaving
let's drink to the children's health…
to their health!
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the drunken brawls
like a grin
it was me
small and chanting
such destruction
from my small unformed hands
such fear
now awake
and grinning….
yet you helped me
you had seen no sign
half-blood
the old indigenous tribes
and another civilized
or so it would seem
and the seat of office
officially closed
no justice
no justice here
faith
and faked pleasure
a regular hot bed of black market activities
buying and selling
harvesters of rainbow light
in air Zeppelins
shining
holy vessels
virgin voyage
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large golden tweezers
way up in the air
of this covenant
I was merely dictating my calling
a promise
a dream
I'd only dreamed
of such generosity
under the skirts
of golden domes
The air Zeppelins
ufos
a calling
harvest the photons
distilled in funnels
dripped in beakers
infused in blood
what was this promise?
half-blood
i am….
the old indigenous tribes
know best
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that there is no justice
in faith and faked pleasure
revived and animated
fading
the survivors
of the first
flood
did not look up.
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