the universe room rests on the tallest of the seven pinnacles of RWE normal.
-ancient layered metal porcelain foam bubble sheathed in stinky black latertex-
pocked with portholes and wormy with tubing-
finished inside with deep triangular tufted blue velvet and gold buttons-
they say as they say it's haunted-
you'd go bugfuck after 2 hours-
3 meters in diameter-
something touched my foot.
it dates back at least 14 owners ago-
we were famous, once-
and we were called something else.
everything else kept getting away from it-
pouring away in space and time-
leaving a spire- instrument vined-
the blossoms block out the stars-
mainly just reflections off the sensor underclusters-
why even go there?
it's a dead zone
must be in a plasma burble
EM leaky snakes
gotta check it out
InFinks'll get in there
3-way stretch of the Volvox time fabric
he was in there when it happened-
when it ALL happened he says-
no matter what our clocks say-
but we're not talking years, either-
let's work together on this-
he says he didn't hear the voices-
he keeps that junk thing in there with him-
he probably talks to that-
probably hit him on the head-
no one really missed him much-
thought he took off-
he HAD to-
he told me about it
junk thing came from earth
junk thing came from a dump
junk thing can speak
it's only a speaker box
that's all that's left after what went down
but that's enough
junk thing had a heart
a human heart...
in a champagne cooler
brain is an ant colony
in Orange SmartSoil
junk thing is 100% recycled
junk thing is 82% plastic
junk thing is quasi-organic
extremophilic microbes live inside it
harvesting the heat from a cesium pit
struck by lightning
haunted by self-assembling memes
touched by the hand
like an eyeball shitting in the woods
smart phones
smart cards
smart pots
smart shirts
in a washing machine
pulls antifreeze, sulpher, hydrogen and blood from the rain
spiders in bondage weave its nerves
bids the dogs and gulls to do things for it
they bring cameras, smoke detectors, eggshells and matches
it smokes and creaks
(it's just junk creep)
junk thing has no particular sex
junk thing loves sex
junk thing thought about sex all the time
junk thing didn't know what sex was
junk thing just wanted to love everyone and everything
junk thing confused coition with consumption
and excretion
junk thing used everything and gave gifts to everyone
it makes origami from aluminum and sandpaper
the stuff it shits
sculpts the earth
with its vibratory feeders
from the main rear nozzle
makes its own architecture
it's got libraries made of sand
there are parts of it all over now
it vents and sucks
it clicks and tickles
buzzes and pops
softly
softly
seething
seeing wrongs that must be righted
a force for good
a force for the downtrodded
the damaged
the damned...
don't miss the next installment of the legend of the junk thing- "junk thing knocks over the worlds largest gene bank"- coming soon to a retina near you
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