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Nothing Perceptible (Head-Lines Sunday 1/24/10)


Haiti survivor pulled out of rubble
It was the dust covered hair that first caught our attention, it was the pulse and the breath that moved over us with a quiver.

Biden Says U.S. Will Appeal Dismissal of Charges Against Blackwater Guards
Let them be the last of this murder, pushed aside like the leper, made to exit the green fortress to witness what they’ve made.

Massachusetts Message: Not satisfied with promised 'change'
The people, without clocks or history, leapt out angrily at the slowness of time only to see the street hovering overhead and their feet touching the sky.

Scientists say scanner can detect PTSD in veterans
As the band of light navigated the body it detected something indiscernible and when it penetrated the soldier’s eyes there was nothing to discern at all.

Supreme Court OKs unlimited corporate spending on elections
And there it came without warning, without so much as a whimper, the razor-taloned scratch of five whores covered in the pus of their stale disease fell upon the corpse.



© 2010 by mark prime








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