With pincers raised, insectoids chirp fife-and-drum signals to home base. The signals march the long wire beneath pond scum, mercury, and salt. At home base, a pneumatic tube spits out the signals onto a voice plate, whose cosmetics are smudged as the signals skid into the wax and engrave strange forms composed of mixed textures: nylon, brick, and mesh.
A guitar tries to escape the spray by slipping out to the back porch on a lazy temperate day, but the scattershot catches up and splits the guitar’s neck. The swarm reaches and stays on at infinity.
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