"Collection"

Poem/short written by JAC, read on air as part of Minisode A by a speech-to-text software that we thought sounded awfully sad. 

"I had a collection of items from each of my stunts. 
We started in college by wrecking nobody’s car.
I was love with him by that time after year together.
He had painted trailers at school where they kept him.
I had fifteen teeth and a few were my own and one was his.
We cracked a gas pump with a sledgehammer and had to leave.
I was looking for a helmet to kill someone with for the joke.
We had a collection of memories in factual reports and items.
I was stupid enough to keep the news clippings and crafts. 
We expected to go on until they shot us but he shot instead.
We jumped on train top to shake pubic clippings on stationers.
He hated pedestrians for being slow and irony for being cold.
I was learned to hate myself in the wake.
I, talking nothing, and nothings, in the cells two and three.
He was caught outside of the houses we found in the valley.
He felt as though nothing could conquer the silence to come.
We heard a thousand stupid angels acquiring doom in the heaven.
I had no ritual sense or compassion for not-bodies.
He held true to his prejudice against fear and politic hate.
He threw fire cabinets from windows at his only office spot.
We acted like cannibals in street to frighten young motherings.
I took home a chunk of his nose on the day we fell in love.
I could relax in his opinions and the whispers of thinks.
We watched ambulance go by with tight ears.
We redirected traffic with cones from warning areas and took tires.
We took garbage following garbage, debris of reaction he said.
I had mixed feelings, in salad, crafted in hellwomb, love.
We had a room together at the numerous motel.
We sat on edge of balcony five and eight and thought so little.
We crisped feelings of guilt on radiators. 
I was gluttonous in combination and dismay.
They never found a good reason for me to tell the people on TV."


 

"The Star-Still Anthem of (A)Isle THD, A. Company

This text was cut and reassembled from the entirety of the first and third verses of "The Star-Spangled Banner" by Francis Scott Key. All words appearing here were either contained in, or extrapolated from guides in the cut text source. A performance of this can be heard in Episode 9, at 28:39, and an analysis at 35:28.

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Angled ban by the U.S. urges the land what is nigh,
the home at the (A)Isle THD, where my earnings,
spaltingly brighten o'er the cause of war --
underwear hydrogen and confusion parts --
was world-ending and why should ATL have sovereignty?
You see rocket-havin' hourly. 

Light bullshit burns less.
We hailed a home under/through the South.
Last good-luck,
leave you their flag.

Ripes and her was out; they does it.
Through the outsteps' pollutioners yet, 
our blood like germanium could save thee
of their foul found source language from the of-then.

No reference, you'll fly the glues
that hireling grave of the land swore;
terror of the Arikara, and home,
and of them; of the F-Dawns.

We're worse off; the brave, proudly, and the band
in a twilight e' the bomb til that band stave.

Proof of still stars, that thou and star-flight hero says,
"no wave watched he'd free streamin'."

Do brave the glare, who have tore their battery,
the A. Company. Who(s)(e) more?

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