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CC CRISIS

Vert is nature, what we want and what we want it to be, freely growing all around us like a blanket.

Verticillium is a fungus which will wilt the plant, from a whorl of a spindle slowly rapturing its prey.

Verdigris is a patina of oxidised melt, suns bleach, acid rain and the whole metal sheet has gone to green.

Vertigo is too high, but less mighty, pronounced and more talked about through a banker’s draft, noted: ‘to do’.

Visive is not for the blind hearted, for which suburbia is all there was, and a car is not worthy as a sign.

Vicious circles cannot make us conclude an inner ring, when the World will answer back, so ask it?

Viscidity is all that is left, no ripe sap will scrub the inside belly of a traitor’s deceit, a government.

Vicissitude.