“Oh don’t you see? I love so much, so much”—Yahtzee Mitzsugurshi
“Thus, Everything which Remains, remains to be a soon-to-be Figure of the Subject to Destruction” – Boris Izsus
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at Home against
the Artifice often
troublesome | bending having been so------------->soso
dizzy so------------>is so retro so—as one of a------------------->so wait
this is relativity—[?] no it’s relative—[ily]
a thumping
complacent—[ily] Dumping a
stitching,
could—‘ve
the
should—‘veve
learned the last think—[ing]----------------->I’m
bodypeek—[ing]—[~!]--------------------->I hear—[ēd]—Said:
((((I’m peaking~!))))
lastnight’s
do—de—do
was last night’s Dull Song Gone By--------------------->wrapping in a Corollary have like
shit my sublimation just embolism
[…]
Remember:
could’ve swallowed a Breath above, that last bit
heard a Friend
wanders in this Head or-------------------------------->many we have been then, my Friend—[ily]
[…]
was that a crock of shit—[?]
well it both, it’it’d snowed &
The Sun shone
on my
Cheek
falling
by—[?]
From the throat I
kept it close & my Baby’s
vocal wheeze—
[ing] on, on girl’s
lip—[ily] Stick, my Face
on it as if, closing upon
things
like Genet & much
like the collar lot that little to do his had to do
I’d sav’d:
“The Body I’m
under
is justis dreaming is”----------------->Dreaming of better Days, Dreaming---------------------->is thisises:
“Can you hold in my Hand in this / this is my Tiny Room is”
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The Theory of which, Bores the Shit & we’ve killed many Children since then in the South Bound Down
of the Curbed being, or why is my Body Being a Bitch is—[?], the
Song in which found Myself, I did Ground, yet
how Immense
my Song Rose when I awaken—[ing] to
Clop n’ Chomp—[ēd], the
[…]
See, Mine “em” is a con—flicts, the completes me “em” in your Gaze often
Wanders, riddled “em” in Throat “em”, curdled in Desire “em” thus “em” Sometimes
“em” Arises—“em”—[ily] “em” to
Shove
“em”
the
Fuck
Down
the
Stairs
[…]
But instead we just Swallowed often,
Map—[ed]—[ing] it all at Hand
to, Dull the now through—The Crew[d]s
‘nd
The Thing of it, froths—th’fumbling & this Friend was
off’d ceasing below the Clouds so Full so barely
becomes the Envy of Construction.
[…]
They often Collapse, straight down the Gutter
skin’in’in’skin’in’in to sink’in’in to sink’in’in
sink’in’in to sink’in’in skin’in’in’skin’in’in to
skin’in’in’skin’in’in to sink’in’in to sink’in’in
sink’in’in to sink’in’in skin’in’in’skin’in’in to:
n’all’em’meant:
Baby, I’m just Amorous
in the weep | ing | [hour]—[ing] ought not to not fess the fuck it up,
confessing this mastering---------->the displacement I meant
facement
[i said i meant facement~!]
O’haha the ahh’s
O’haha the ahh’s
The Ahh’s, as it is I have chased “em” all
together actually been
gutter…or:
Just Brighter:
Back the things back then never thinks about------>”our remains ago, were so long ago”
our remains ago, were so long ago
were so long ago, our remains ago
our remains ago, were so long ago
were so long ago, our remains ago
our remains ago, were so long ago
were so long ago, our remains ago
our remains ago, were so long ago
were so long ago, our remains ago
How young we were down—[ing] it
all just Before, we before we------------>[trumpeted]—our Forming in to Abstraction
‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve
‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve
‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve
‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve‘nd’ve
shoulda’ve—[~!] woulda’ve—[~!] coulda’ve—[~!]
The All to the Then------------>my Little Brick-a-Brack
bigger a Bitch
now then in past Years was &
“ _____”
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O’
I meant
nothing
[nothing]
by this
while slyly
gazing
behind
The Eyes
of a Shy
Crustacean
seemed all so Futile, somewhere You’d seen the bit about the bit | ing the Biting nonsense
& ordinary—[ily]
I’m Straight ON complicated—[ing] the Whole Construction—[ing]
of my Structure’s Gullet forming
a few Decades ago
the Hoopla remain—[ing] Buried!
soso Buried
that it may—[ily]—[been]—[ily]
A feel it were Our Catastrophe ‘ve Bomb—[ed] out the Speech only
Heard in the Insatiable Stutterer of Better Times
O’
O’ Mortimur, truly the Words are Morphing in with
me: the
Tiniest Reductionism to the Flatulence
pursuing me in a Dogged Delight
in Belly be:
do—de—do~!
do—de—do~!
do—de—do~!
do—de—do~
[…]
Guess we just ism the way we just
ism just ism could’ve done it all
perfectly this Time, in Ebb but then
I then Collapsed—[ing]
[but if we
can all Jump
a bit higher
over thisin
Body
th’Storm ‘ll
prob’ly pass
right over
our Heads
Hover
however
the covers
of the Other’s
never quite reach’d]
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& in my Dreams, there went The Storm, somehow I’m
floating facefirst so slowly so
soso slowly tho
this Attempt was
personal in Advancement
to a stilled & [insert] the Hurt holding
me feverfaced OF
The Carnage before Mine Eyes
& AH~! HAHA~!
& AH~! HAHA~!
drooly I
spent on the Wings of my Carrier Pigeon, rubbing out
an ism isming my
Kong Dong looks so
lonelyfaced
Left in displacement
lingering with Balls pair ‘ed
tucked in Thy Belly Tickled till Thee Shall Arrive
[…]
& Arrive Thee Shall in the Spoon
raised, to the Lips
I met upon my
Chewing lips
meant, quite another thing, we to go we’d in a Storm caught
the Glare of the Road ahead, as I vacuumed down my
goes my Dinner Down & goes
A life, Down
A possibility, Down
A ruination, Down
A tickled Down, to
mymymy it’s never OFOF
“it’s th’Ear”
Oh—mymymy
now again
Oh—mymymy
[…]
Drown—[ing] in them days we Drowning them
Better days
that you Spent sipping Soda on, chain on, licked on, The Fence on& Field on beyond ‘nd
Ironed Hearts were the Gist:
The Girl
with the
Patch of
Grass
Burns
you
Loved
~~~~~~~~~~~
O’ now Sir, surely
you to Crawl to me surely, in Chorus we
‘ve learned all we’ve
Could muster in these
Days of the Summer’s High Breeze ‘nd
surely, Sir:
de Sign | of the | Foot | permeates
in open | Breathe—[ed] this | Structure to Desire
a Respite | Quadrants coupled to
ah~! a good ol’ Fashioned Phraseology
&& the Sobs stop’d the Bless—[ed]
overtly / inept
now Thee
“Body Tugged to the Ground over There, I Fell—[ed] Down, I Did”
said Quote & Unquote
Unquote & Quote:
“Faceitude”
Quote th’ Glib to
Quote & Unquote
[…]
My Bubble Baby often Chirping the Personal Pantomime
Harrumph~!
& of by this & of by this & of this Pulling this here Root in the Ground
by the Neck, exposed
we’re now Recoiling to
Thy Beauty of Thy Crookedness—[ing] Thy—[ily]
“crooked—[?]”
O’ It is just Thy passing to Build
however
there is this, is the most Important Bit is this:
“_______________”—“_________ __ ___________”—“_____, __________~! _____; _______;______?”
“_____”—“______ , ______ , ________ [ ______ ]”—“____”—“________~!~! _______ | ______ | _______ ”
“_____________ ; ______ , _______”—“_______”—“____~!”—“_________,________ — ______.”—“_____
_________,”—“_____________ , _____ | _____ | _________~?”—“__________ : ________ ; ______, ______”
“_______(( ~ ))________”—“________ , ____ / ____~?”—“____[ ]___ , ____ [~ ~]____~!”
“_______(( ~ ))________”—“________ , ____ / ____~?”—“____[ ]___ , ____ [~ ~]____~!”
_________,”—“_____________ , _____ | _____ | _________~?”—“__________ : ________ ; ______, ______”
“_____________ ; ______ , _______”—“_______”—“____~!”—“_________,________ — ______.”—“_____
“_____”—“______ , ______ , ________ [ ______ ]”—“____”—“________~!~! _______ | ______ | _______ ”
“_______________”—“_________ __ ___________”—“_____, __________~! _____; _______;______?”
quote unquote~!
[…]
Thus, better Crushing up the______, damn, can this not this is not How to be the
master of body
Fragments can’t O’
this is how I
dance is—[ily]
The Crushing quite better
than Clutching the Sallow of
Better Days
Baby, you’ve
just wake—[end]
Dreaming of Our
Envious was just
Our Better Days
