VOLUME 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS

GREEN WAS MY MONITOR

Welcome to my chlorinating Green screen, energetic star,   A tank of gaseous fulminate. My monitor glows in twilight.   Jason and the Monitor have Exchanged culture dishes in The lab, both positive that a Gold thread will lead to hell.   A green light will not get me Out of gridlock, will not stop Me from jamming my words Into this chlorine dream box   Until my Elmo glow, a moldy Foxfire glimmer, has found a Place to shine in the space of Connecting dark green bulbs   Of an intellectual, a designer Cosmic tree in whose hinter  Regions lives my radiant dark Reflection of hidden agenda.

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