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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:lifeisalandfill.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>lifeisalandfill</title><link rel="self" href="http://lifeisalandfill.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeisalandfill.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T05:29:51+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:lifeisalandfill.blog.co.uk,2008-07-29:/2008/07/29/singularity-4517675/</id><title>Singularity</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeisalandfill.blog.co.uk/2008/07/29/singularity-4517675/"/><author><name>lifeisalandfill</name></author><published>2008-07-29T21:51:15+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:51:15+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Covered in radium, locked into a brain-computer interface&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Watch the augmented boy glow and hiss&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yearning for jizzum, aching for piss&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;His prefrontal cortex, bulbous aglow&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Transistor fast&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Neuron slow&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There are no metaphors left&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just a single pixel tear&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;Opposite her a group of thirty something males, in various states of baldness, debate whether their taxi fair could be better spent. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A few streets down, the late night drinking den is beginning its lock-in early. Lit by the pattern of fruit machine flash, it contains grey faces content on chasing away the remnants of Monday night misery. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Across the street, amid the dark of the waterfront, where it has become dangerous to walk due to a recent spate of sexual assaults, a pair of drunks debate Proust whilst sharing the dregs of their fortified wine.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just beyond them, a graffito reads: “life is a landfill, we are all rust”.&lt;/p&gt;
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