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kitchen floor
we were on the kitchen floor so excited about how we were gonna do the wrong thing and all the innumerable ineluctable consequences that would branch and flow from it, all the ones we would know about and all the ones we wouldnt, would have no idea of all of their ineluctable radiating, would know only that they were there and that we wouldnt know about them, and how we couldnt not do it even though we wanted to not do it or were supposed to want to not do it but also secretly wanted to do it as both what we werent supposed to want to do and as what was gonna happen anyway even if it was the wrong thing so we might as well be like lovers of fate.
“what a blood”, you said to me, sounding genuinely impressed.
“western europe, the other south korea”, i replied, “but at least i have not abandoned my study of alcohol the molecule which i mostly continue in my sleep or at least my tracksuit, the tracksuit i sleep in, would sleep in if i slept.”
a carpet of wasps woke up, their rear ends pulsing like fast-forward lungs.
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tesxstxs: 6
we were vibing unstoppable down industry street.
our jaws sprouting rhubarb shat on by hooded crow.
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pass film studios in ruins.
long golden violet grass swept over.
bowel city, intestine city, cloaca town.
munter and munted
in the bloated gassy bowels of it.
drowning in fast-rising day.
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tesxstxs: 5
we are all gonna live
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weve been out in the while,
down openings, in the
foresworn rootstock moist with life.
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, as seen from neurosis.
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everythings staysising along nicely
the lot of it just show and tell,
burnt into these softnesses somewhere in us.
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, as seen from neurosis.
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tesxstxs: 4
welcome to the madness
of trying say what we are
it goes along really pretty well
with trying to be what we say we are
im sure youll get on fine
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the powder-smoke
of collapsing load-bearing structures
billows out of the blasted-out windows
of the world building,
some shards of which some
times abrade some of our red cheeks
out here somewhere in the phensomenon.
, doesnt it.
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tesxstxs 3
where we are is the these we perceive, our perceiving we see, and so then through that we see our placement — and so what happens is perceived from these everywheres, these (shits) all over the places, and then from there and from that they do and make it happen, mainly by falling off or being scared to and so doing it.
and it all goes by too fast and knotted endlessly to write up any reports. and then the what was happened by them togethering and aparting is perceived through the placed perceiving and the distances of the theses that are and that see the what was happened by them by seeing their perceiving in their where. any one of these placed perceivings, and you can get one anywhere, is sufficient to shit on all the other (shits) all over the place for all the awful patterns they all make together when all seen from this one.
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tesxstxs: 2
what you thought was you collapsing like a building was only you rolling forward into the dirt like a huge stone ball, crashing into crushing what big, and the plane where yr ball meets yr dirt is the crushapsing mistaken for falling, turned on its side. a cycle that already happened, yr fingerprints its memory, electric.
the lenses of yr eyes are falling and turning, cut and ground by a ground they only care to touch.
but scraping is a kind of yes and just dont worry abt the dark side of yr big powerful stone ball dropped in acid. acid stripping of the lenses of your eyes is a kind of yes.
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tesxstxs: 1
what comes will tag bound seal and store all this like you do what happened
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(continuings shame: ty(p)ing up what was and leafving it)
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then dump it all in a museum and burn it down.
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(continuings shame: bumbling about in the gorse ash, mumbling)
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from scrapebooks
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and threw those rushing lights exposed as the run-off invasive spacies build-up to collapsing mutant rack or rust air won-der shit flowing down the “you are” ; or good, hard, white, brawny, upstanding, unyielding, top notch productive abysses it is ; drifting shifty astronauts wrapped in the live wires of the i call to their soft works then call a few fitful disks in but as they come theyre told theyre just welcome to come in under the money—its not waiting its precipitating to press the “could be” which really gives gifts to some, while none of them and the i listen to the crushed somewhere ; listen to twice somewhere between minus and more or more ; never note anything, never quote anything ; spin-dle / cant we / hear the / i wounds ;