15k random lines to be reassembled in the ill-defined future. I have assigned each entry random line numbers using a random number generator. When I reach 15,ooo lines in length, I will reassemble the lines into one colossal mediocrity. Each image counts as one line. Your comments will be included, each assigned it's own random line number.

April 13

3698-3718

With your Plexiglas windows
hopeless bromides you stare out blankly
Tower Records, ca. 1989.
Taylor Dayne’s cooter
slips across teevees overhead and
her look forecasts the end
of the decade in pastel tv tones
prepubescent bones in pants
weep to peek out at the
airbrushed ladies glowering
from beneath asymmetric hair-
dos who now blankly regard
these infinite televisual vaginas,
Taylor Dayne’s many vaginas
their labia glisten up at the winking Moon,
wait to catch steel
sunlight off black glass towers
which, come morning, aren’t even there.