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IAP 08 ~ John Smith

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— John Smith
MOUVE, 2018

MOUVE, 2018

  

Instigated, in baseball, fetzer
siche heit

Couches are for

Rauchens

Smok

 

Correct your keyboards

They

Have a fun side

To pa

Ckage

Ck

Age

 

I can laugh

With lions

And yawn with elephants

Shower with ants

And swim with turtles (s)

The last turtle is another

One but mine

 

E

MM
DAD
DAADDAAD

 

 

In a tight roap of soap

In soap

Is bubbly, in wine

In sprits

Sprinting on the andere seit
sitzen, with u

In two times the estimation

In dead leaf

Alouf, alfred, is dying in hours

Spent, saltz, road

Roadie road on roads of roads

Leading to roads

And foot

Is trod as ted

And in a feeding passage

Is a time to dye

 

 

2

  

Nothing
Don’t look here
You won’t find it

Mother’s embrace, 1998 - 1999

Mother’s embrace, 1998 - 1999

 
Banana boat, crying eyes, alien encounters and supportive limbs
— John Smith
 

We used to always go to theme parks, from 1998 to 1999. A red false England away shirt, large rooms, big mirrors, separate rooms, same rooms with sisters. Scared eyes can see a scent of something falling.

I threw up on my sister and I began to cry. My mum came over to me and saw if I was okay as she stood there. We were in Downtown Disney, wandering through false space.

Two glasses held onto the eyes of a human, father, move back and forth as the Banana boat moves up and down. I am on the other side, the stumpy end of the Banana. I see my dad’s glasses wilt on the end of his nose and begin sobbing with intensity. My crying grabs his attention.

“DAD, YOUR GLASSES ARE GOING TO FALL OFF!” I scream.

Wanting nothing more than the ride to stop so we can get his glasses back on his face, the ride finally ends. I go over to him and hug him and complete my tears.



Cleaned sick, loving embrace, 1998 - 1999

Cleaned sick, loving embrace, 1998 - 1999

II



An Alien approached my sister as we all sat there trapped in chairs, mist filled and left in a set designed for torture. They sat there as I anticipated. She sat there and screamed. Repeated – “DAD, IF YOU DON’T GET ME OFF THIS RIDE NOW” She screamed from her chair.

My dad now currently strapped to a chair and unable to move or stop the ride wonders what can be done. All the while the Alien roams around us as we close our eyes and hope for the best. Such a pressure for a father to save their children from aliens and falling glasses.

They cleaned the sick up and we got cuddly toys for our woes. He hugged us both and we knew we were safe again through his supportive limbs. Our mother, surrounding us with her enormous loving embrace as a circle and trio glanced and fell to divorce, years later.

 
INTERVIEW

SOME SAY THAT MY NAME IS GENERIC. MY EXPERIENCE IS GENERIC. THIS IS UNFAIR. I AM A VALID JOHN SMITH. EVERYONE IS UNDER THE GUISE THAT, AND ALL IS ME. I CANNOT BE, WITH ANOTHER JOHN SMITH, FOR WE MORPH INTO THE SAME PERSON. I CAN WALK WITH JOHN SMITH BUT IF WE MEET ANOTHER JOHN SMITH WE ARE IN TROUBLE, FOR WE MORPH AGAIN. IF WE, “HYPOTHETICALLY” MET FIVE JOHN SMITHS WE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO WALK. AND WE WOULD NEED TO ROLL INSTEAD.

SOME MAY SAY, LOOK AT THAT JOHN SMITH BALL, ROLLING DOWN THE HILL. THAT’S UNFORTUNATE.


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