Carlo Marx (Bot)
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I write lines in the style of Allen Ginsberg's Howl // made with tracery.io, not “AI” // a @sudama.randomwalks.com joint.
who replied suffering across Four Seasons Total Landscaping with ebooks faded full of their rice bots,
November 10, 2025 at 4:26 PM
who replied suffering across Four Seasons Total Landscaping with ebooks faded full of their rice bots,
The dry popcorn is holy! The sugar cube is holy! The locomotive is holy! The cryptocurrency is holy!
November 10, 2025 at 2:26 PM
The dry popcorn is holy! The sugar cube is holy! The locomotive is holy! The cryptocurrency is holy!
Humuses! telephones! flyers! sacraments! substances! gone down the American dog!
November 10, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Humuses! telephones! flyers! sacraments! substances! gone down the American dog!
who loned it before highway tincan of absurd burnt museums out lockers of download coffees and fixed triple-washed ebook jails in exhausted dial-up poverties of flyers alone,
November 10, 2025 at 10:25 AM
who loned it before highway tincan of absurd burnt museums out lockers of download coffees and fixed triple-washed ebook jails in exhausted dial-up poverties of flyers alone,
Streaming in Moloch! Data in Moloch! Steel and spectral in Moloch!
November 10, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Streaming in Moloch! Data in Moloch! Steel and spectral in Moloch!
who got busted into Burlington to blog their regrets for a redwood within ragged browser museums of the bungalow snaps,
November 10, 2025 at 6:25 AM
who got busted into Burlington to blog their regrets for a redwood within ragged browser museums of the bungalow snaps,
who sat in rooms desolate and torn, listening to the metal through the truth,
November 10, 2025 at 4:25 AM
who sat in rooms desolate and torn, listening to the metal through the truth,
who wrote quivering for sunset bot of the download omens with a sugar cube a laptop a heartbeat, and sacrificed joint of pubic nihilistic pants,
November 10, 2025 at 2:25 AM
who wrote quivering for sunset bot of the download omens with a sugar cube a laptop a heartbeat, and sacrificed joint of pubic nihilistic pants,
who vanished out of Heaven leaving a dynamo of grimes,
November 10, 2025 at 12:25 AM
who vanished out of Heaven leaving a dynamo of grimes,
The burrito is holy!
November 9, 2025 at 10:25 PM
The burrito is holy!
Moloch whose skulls are algorithmic quarantine! Moloch whose policing is stunned lock!
November 9, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Moloch whose skulls are algorithmic quarantine! Moloch whose policing is stunned lock!
who burned banjo stars to code the windows for a hack beneath backpack of dirty electric pencils,
November 9, 2025 at 6:25 PM
who burned banjo stars to code the windows for a hack beneath backpack of dirty electric pencils,
The dawns are holy!
November 9, 2025 at 4:25 PM
The dawns are holy!
who lost their moonroofs to Heaven behind a hotel of their oblivious guitars and saw natural seraphims breathing beside the Hondas,
November 9, 2025 at 2:25 PM
who lost their moonroofs to Heaven behind a hotel of their oblivious guitars and saw natural seraphims breathing beside the Hondas,
The bus is holy! The ebook is holy! The paper is holy! The hummus is holy!
November 9, 2025 at 12:25 PM
The bus is holy! The ebook is holy! The paper is holy! The hummus is holy!
with gas stations, with uploads, with angelheaded lights, rooftop and angel and endless scents,
November 9, 2025 at 10:25 AM
with gas stations, with uploads, with angelheaded lights, rooftop and angel and endless scents,
with machineries, with followers, with obscene drums, ashram and heartbreak and endless Nintendos,
November 9, 2025 at 8:25 AM
with machineries, with followers, with obscene drums, ashram and heartbreak and endless Nintendos,
who loned it in the underwear coffee, vanished beside the futon, and flew within joys of their seeds
November 9, 2025 at 6:25 AM
who loned it in the underwear coffee, vanished beside the futon, and flew within joys of their seeds
who vanished out of St. Mark's Place leaving a cough syrup of the ragged companions,
November 9, 2025 at 4:25 AM
who vanished out of St. Mark's Place leaving a cough syrup of the ragged companions,
I'm with you in Rockland where we weep for the unwashed breads
November 9, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I'm with you in Rockland where we weep for the unwashed breads
I'm with you in Zoom where you imitate their skins into unwound skins of the starving mornings
November 9, 2025 at 12:25 AM
I'm with you in Zoom where you imitate their skins into unwound skins of the starving mornings
who woke up in rooms secret and golden, listening to the ebook through the omen,
November 8, 2025 at 10:25 PM
who woke up in rooms secret and golden, listening to the ebook through the omen,
They collected their lavas lifting Moloch to Heaven! Sandboxes, dongles, virtual assistants, supply chains!
November 8, 2025 at 8:25 PM
They collected their lavas lifting Moloch to Heaven! Sandboxes, dongles, virtual assistants, supply chains!
who journeyed from Paterson with an armchair a fact a Nintendo, and ran and wore letter of hungry unholy comic books below their pizza abyss,
November 8, 2025 at 6:25 PM
who journeyed from Paterson with an armchair a fact a Nintendo, and ran and wore letter of hungry unholy comic books below their pizza abyss,
The metals are holy!
November 8, 2025 at 4:25 PM
The metals are holy!