The poem on the first poster:

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"Today is Friday again"

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Mirror in my chair

Listens to sins

Of people 

That misuse words

And cut industrial scarfs.

Children in bronze T-shirts,

Unaware of skin chronology in these textures

Are conditioned by bloody floors in their homes -

Physical conversations 

Led by commanders and owners of AI

That de-versed cities, sculpted human hands

As precisely as monks that translated book of Kells:

To the blindness.

T-shirts’ entirety of

What they call reality

Is yes, poetry of journalism and re-inked social behaviours

For the degree to which

They conditioned us to eat watching murders, 

Neuro-chat-process history,

Question only where to place ourselves

In range of their cartridge agenda,

Launched names-rooms

With re-arranged keepers of time

In only physical,

Thoughts owned reality.

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3 posters

Dimensions variable

2019