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Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------->I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards----- > I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards--------> >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards--------àI’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. I’m Redfaced & embarrassed of my own Mounting Indiscretions. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. I’m Redfaced & embarrassed of my own Mounting Indiscretions. Here I stand in the Depths of this old Field, this Earth fascinated by my own Fascination with everything that comes close to me then pushing away as if trying to Out-Distance myself from myself, furthering the Far to defer each Seduction, Seducing only in Distance. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. I’m Redfaced & embarrassed of my own Mounting Indiscretions. Here I stand in the Depths of this old Field, this Earth fascinated by my own Fascination with everything that comes close to me then pushing away as if trying to Out-Distance myself from myself, furthering the Far to defer each Seduction, Seducing only in Distance. See, He was & was & is & was desired & Desired in Dread Desiring what was outside Himself, Desired. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. I’m Redfaced & embarrassed of my own Mounting Indiscretions. Here I stand in the Depths of this old Field, this Earth fascinated by my own Fascination with everything that comes close to me then pushing away as if trying to Out-Distance myself from myself, furthering the Far to defer each Seduction, Seducing only in Distance & thus to start Shoveling a Chewing it all back—in. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. I’m Redfaced & embarrassed of my own Mounting Indiscretions. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. What’s below this Surface begins Singing in this Skin as a Rippled Fist speaking to me of the Night’s Humming Warning hiding in the Limbs. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? The Heart’s Flush & Angels of Dung. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. I, aches in the Soil here, the Dirt Builds & thee Wind guts inside this Belly do Crack, or I how will I stand when I Self—Collapse? Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. The Sky is getting Dark & the Shitstorm is Rumbling in the Distance to unleash upon us All. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. A Depiction of a Weathering, I Wail. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Either way it’s a fucking Beating, Down. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. This is a form of Breathing, I’m seeking to Beat Down Beating Down Breathing me on down Beating me Down. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------->Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. I remember not shivering in my own round body. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------->I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body--------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. The Confusing Figures of our Lives that appear again & again to disfigure our Ideals in Memory & the Distance between your Body & my Body, gumming it back. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Digging an Accumulation of each Moment I’ve forgotten, multiplying on the Tongue till it’s but Force, till I’m Foreign in my own Experience. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards--------àI’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. A pulling you close by the Waist, smell of Skin, the smacking of Lips, the Warmth of your Hand at Night, on my Groin & your Odor on my Sheets 2 weeks later. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. In the morning, I start each Day, singing I Song, covering my Head in a Concealed I Smile, foolishly of Bliss. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. So to Sewing an Internal Knowing, Sewing a Folding, Towing me Down, the Tumbling where I’m Elegance or, I Violence. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. This Strategy of a Digging within a Destroying until the Body----------------- >Shreds its Hide & bares until the Terrifying World comes back on my Face comes Back until you come Back upon my Face. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. I’m a measurement Demarcated by the Designs of your Weeping at Night. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. You’re a Repetitious Body, Bent Backwards, Face to Sky meaning, I’m meaning to Dig you up, close to me Still, in the Whole of my Mouth, I’ll Moan. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. We’re all just a Repetitious Body, Fallen, ascending to balance ourselves in our Wheezing Heads against this World, Dead Gone. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Thus, the Tooth wedged in the Fleshfist: the Hooked Beauty of the World. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Beginning like a Beast in Heat & moving towards-------- >I’m moving towards a Stalk of the moist Mouth in the Mouf. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Thus, the accumulating Building of the Bitch of a Ditch, devouring me in a boom, blooming in Rhythm. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. A Mud Chute, in the Body for Tunneling down a Bodily Expenditure, unearthed from this Earth, Dead Gone. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence. So, my Little Bone, I’m Digging, I’m Digging. Digging the [self] Subject, ever Digging, without stop the <exit work> Heating my whereabouts Without. Fuck, I’m Terrified of a Life without Violence.
