“I was on my Face. I heard the Count from 1 to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn’t Move. I couldn’t make myself move. It was the Strangest Feeling” – Rocky Marciano
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I
Okay, Breaking it Open as in Down again:
“This Face is Suspect”—“in a breaking it down to the Break-Down”—“A functionary of the Projection of the”—“I’m surely Buried somewhere”—“here in a Form of an Architectural Apparatus”—“Mass or to Unearth now”—“a new Art of a Punishing Replacement singing”—“The Chain—Gangland of the Heart”—“or how I’m washing the Body, through this Face”—“in a Dark Room”—“Alone at Night”—“Against the Condensed, Contort”—“Pushed from the Shore”—“Which is Bound-Up in the Fact”—“Laying a Grip on an Attempt”—“The Personal Governance”—“Has been entirely Abolished or”—“How the Neck strains, the”—“Head thrown back—“In a Fit of Laughter”—“Upon the City Block, Blacked”—“Ominous Inverted Whimperings”—“Swung the Hammer to the Frame”—“I’m wearing no Clothes & how”—“The Flesh Dangles from the Arms, the Chin & Jowls or”—“The Face submerged in the Toilet, as the Same Day as”—“That Day my Face looked queerly in the Mirror, Back”—“The Ground in the Loop, Faced Bombed-Out”—“Left Faced, you on your Back, I Faced”—“The Opening Legs of the Mouth, to Embrace you strangely”—“Against the Repeated Blows which Flatten the Gut”—“Till Down you’re Down”—“Thundering to a Shaking”—“Tremor of the Body which might”—“Mark the Map to X the Mark the Map”—“Spotting the, Face Defaces”—“The Woman smiling in Passing”—“As if a Great Ship tossing & roaring in the Lake”—“Had driven itself dry by Expulsing itself or”—“How Violence, in the Face”—“Of Pure Surmise arouses you Hard”—“Against the Rub of Night Greets”—“Your Facial Grave is your Just Desserts”—“I Cried”—“In a Contorted Attempt”—“Oh how I did not Cry”—“In my Contorted Attempt to Enforce my Entire Face”—“In your Mouth spread”—“Shits along the Route in which you Rove”—“ Hunkering to a Holding”—“Your Face in your Hands”—“A Bowl in which to Sip to Lips”—“To Rearrange the Bowels of Each Day”—“Burst forth into the Full Light of Day”—“Upon the Quay”—“Questioning the Nature of this Face All”—“In which we Play as Lovers”—“Of Facial Flesh against”—“The Pull of the Bones, eating”—“Each other’s Flimsy Fucker Face”—“Hunched in it’s own Fold”—“So to go Unnoticed”—“The Attempt at the Daily Disposal of the Bodily”—“Facial Dump Truck”—“Boasting a Method framed to bare upon this Game of this Beating Heart”—“Spilling the Great Moanings”—“Build like Bombarding”—“Flocks of Birds that Chirp”—“The Comic Shitty Affirmation”—“This is Life”—“In which, this Action”—“Rains down upon Us”—“To Unleash an Unparalleled Rage”—“Of Personal Exaltation”—“That Brought me Back to Earth”—“Chained & Torn into the Compulsory Marks of”—“Our Little Face’s Explosion of Joy”—“The bulb light”—“In the Hands of” –“The open work”—“In which we were”—“To be, we damned”—“Which was to be Drowned”—“The Neck on Down—“In the Field of Night, falls”—“Facing a New Accent”—“Of Marching in which I Sing”—“Sling everywhere to”—“Thy Eyes Fixed”—“Upon the Blackening Horizon”—“Slackens the Body Limps”—“We Limp together Towards the Evocation”—“The Trumpets Miserable Blare of the”—“Faces, which Rise to Say”
“belch me an inner world”
Oh Then Onto The Street We Go.
II
In their Faces, is a form of a Choral Roar of an Explosion of a Surface that Floods a Fluttering in my Eyes, which in Effect, is the Disciplinary Terror of my own Body’s seemingly, I’m Fragmented. This extends itself out, as a Beggar’s Blubbering Beggings to stop the Falling Aspect of this Falling begging to Fall again—is Fact. No, that is not no it is. As I look into their Bombarding Faces, the Hell of a Momentum, I realize my own Face must be Shifting in a New View to Accommodate this Reflection, which is a Bone of Doubt in our Bodies when Words, Abolish. When ex—is, the same as in—is. Differing Exchanges, divided into a Whore—[ily] insufficient, Oh I’m just Collapsible Commodity, Ma. To attain the Goal of a Trap the personal Fascism of the First Odor. The Space I e—scribed as an X, so to Era[i]se the Question of a Mutiny which is the only Meaning I can Conclude from this Daily Boom, which is a Movement of Shifting a Smudging our Faces together to a to Gather—we’re Together in this Daily [non]—movement, & the Meaning, Exceeds even the Limits of my own Speech.
See, because this is all Existing beyond the Frame or, beyond the purely Representational we all can Reference all
1. The Facial Blow, Articulate & I’m Frozen, There----------------------->
2. Which is this Act of The Face, constantly Deforming to Form itself into a Consistent Huggable Hold
3. But which, the Attempt of this Bodily to Hold is Slaughtered always in Folds
4. Thus, it’s a matter of a Daily Intoxication of my Face, Distrusting the Fascist thinking in Skin
5. Or, in Vision “I’m Awake only in what I Desire to be, in what only I form Into, in Order to Be.”
6. Parasitic Me, You See?
7. A Movement of Obscenity, an Obscenity that Subsumes me in a Violent Personal Self-Reflexive Gaggling Discourse in which I have no Recourse to Elude.
8. A Strike againstagainst the Production of Producing a Faulty Facial Gesture which might Crumble the State*
9. This Assumes I’m Primordial
10. Thus: In This Iceoalted Concept, I Feel Alone
11. Alone to Form the
12. I Have no Interest in Grounding you or Me, unless it’s a Grounding Down
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III
Thus, slowly Constructing this Facial [de]Construction—zoomed in upon, the Subject here, Which Means, The Image is that of myself Descending upon at an Increasing Speed, myself as Face / Facing, I become in a way my own panoptic enslaved object & above all I’m produced through the Visibility of this Fucking Forming I’m Deforming Face
sore:
—the decomposition of the Face, in
[Question] form
[sub]—e
merges Violent—e
at least, to my[n]—or, Organ—[or] Positions
[a Proposition] to Era[i]se the Face, from
[non]—Mistake
in Wake,
was hailed, by the Possible Impression of
[sound] Story, severed in—e
parts—[in] relapses[co]lapses alludes to
this Grounding Down [gums] as Historically
Oratorically the Face or, I [is]
shits, etc—
speaking of Shit—I’m Closing Logic, the
ass on the Horizon of
I thought, interprets the same[un][un]same
as feeling
[Facial—ily]
box—[ed]
to limit
thee—
Or, when Faced, there is a Great Galloping Absence when I dream of the Face, smashed to the Teeth Ground the, Flesh in which I Seized a Cheek in Grip to Hold this Face, as the Object of my own Absence, in which, I’m interrogated within this Absence of Giving Face, Faces a Forming of a Foreign Face Scorched, as it were, within my Eye, Gorging on this Expanse, in which I fail a Fall, Mightily, or Nightly, in this Absence which is an Inner Silence, which is my own[ed] Personal Depth [or is it Debt—?] in which I disappear as a Theme, or as an Idea or Subject, so much so, so that it Becomes a Process of Unearthing the Ground Down to Bomb-Out & Down: The Otherface, Face as Mechanicalface, Synthesisface, Syntheticface, Historyface, Dillydallface, Bluberringface, Animalicface, Horseface, Trainface, Gearface, Fuckface, Maskface, Jamokeface, Dipshitface, Asshatface, Parasiticface—oh it’s all Fake in any Case, thus Broken are, is brokenface, Faced the, I’m Facing Face Square—[ily] in the jaw, thus Face Them Up, Chop Them Up, Mud Them Motherfuckers Up this Depth on Up, Down the Body on Up, till Face, is Fucking Faced:
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IV
Sore:
1. There is nothing more Arousing about The Face then when Paused in Contortion.
2. The Fragile Flesh in Intermission
3. The Love of the Face, as Love in General, as that of the Skeletal
4. The Desire to Face, introduces the Gift of Talk, Conducts the Lead to Fuck
5. This Face, is a Bleak One, whose Final Light I’ve yet to Shine
6. The Final Scene of the Face’ll open the Phrase “Bunker Me Up Baby / Baby”
7. The Subject of the Face Devours the Setting to Sun: A Means to Deleting the Defendant, Done
8. The Beautiful Face here gives Meat to the Poor who will Adore it More
9. Reversing the Facial Features the Supper in which I long to Supper I suppose
10. Or how all Past Ages Face a Surely do Rot & the Stink of the Sum in the Stinking Humid Summer of Some
11. This is a Multitude of Ideas on The Face disguised as a Visceral Vulgarity
12. If only So Simple, Simpleton
13. The Face is Hungry & it’s Cold
14. Our Facial Division Wear me Out, Cold.
15. The Face that holds the Neck that Cranes to Port, a Slanted & Smile
16. The Face in Time, Faces the Facing the Fact “Timber~!”
17. The Face forms an Entire Image of the Figurepunch
18. This Year’s Facial Harvest is Done in Whispers, along the Upper Lining of the Sky’s Supple Stomach
19. Stroke The Face it Here, below the Clouds, in this Alley, when No one is Watching.
20. Ceased Be To Earth, the Face at Dawn Do Ceaseth
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V
There is one thing that never happens to The Face, which is Still, The Still stilling the never to Still the Stilling of the Still, still
*The State of
