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Fig. 1 The Description of your Hand, is the look on *this Face

Fig. 2 It’s all fun & games, until someone learns what it means to be Sincere

Fig. 3 *This Figure, is a Terrain, harboring that which is just short of my Rage

Fig. 4 The proposition of departing from this Room, requires an act: an imperfective movement, the clinging to an Authoritative perspective scaling on the back of what is proposed

Fig. 5 The Body: no more than an assclown, turning its shit-eating grin within

Fig. 6 This becomes a description of my Body moving within your Body, without the slightest hint of effort.

Fig. 7 But there comes another Description: The Pleasure, of replacing my movement with “not-me” becomes “other-me” becomes a sweet-release-me, Oh just collapse-in-me

Fig. 8 We nearly Spoke about this: “I would never agree”

Fig. 9 To Obey: what you, yourself, have never experienced

Fig. 10 I would like to Violate. (A Disappearance, abcessing the World)

Fig. 11 I would like to man-handle your Sincerity

Fig. 12 To Desire the inability to attain Pleasure is the Desire to stave-off The Resolution which is the Desire not to fucking Die

Fig. 13 Pulling a cobweb from your Face

Fig. 14 Letting, The Other in close, has become just a pain-in-my-fucking-the-ass

Fig. 15 As if you were to Fall slowly (within the naked Body of a Man) face-down

Fig. 16 You awoke this Morning & thought: Today, no today, feels nothing like a blow-job

Fig. 17 The Diagram of a let-down

Fig. 17 With this *Image of my Father still living, I had a reawakening in the affirmation: everyday Mediocrity remains.

Fig. 18 The Body of Harm: the scar or want, retrieved the need to wander towards “oh, no, not yet.”

Fig. 19 The Threat of being abandoned, years later, by your Body, makes me an “honest sore”.

Fig. 20 There I am: seduced by the cranium’s isotope

Fig. 21 Come on Girls: Come on Me—[!]

Fig. 22 The Face is a somatic Discourse

Fig. 23 Exiled from the *Image: beautifully doomed

Fig. 24 A craving for a Fist, an Originary Mark, or, an affectation for Sleeping next to You

Fig 25 Revolving around Empty Object paralyze & let it be known: no Figures fucking exempt us

Fig 26. There is truly no comparison to singing while getting sacked

Fig 27 I don’t at all regret that blow-job in the Cab last weekend

Fig 28 I should be clear: after we’ve fucked, don’t believe a word I say from there’on’out

Fig 29 When consumption is like the attempt at digging yourself out of a Confession

Fig 30 And despite this, for several years already, I’ve been meaning to tell you something “…”

Fig 31 On Occasions, I’ve heard this: “The Party is over.”

Fig 32 Let me to you something, Buddy: my Party is far from fucking over

Fig 33 The Body consumes to understand it’s own Impulses

Fig 34 Sno & getting’some’ass

Fig 35 The Mind turns back on itself, revealing a fold in The Body

Fig 36 You cannot overcome this drive to exit

Fig 37 Here, you bath me in your bullshit & then send me on my way Home

Fig 38 There you go disturbing my Decay—[!]

Fig 39 Oh nonono *this is vulnerability

Fig 40 Oh nonono *this will be the Heart-warming Tail of My Passionate Penis

Fig 40 Two Bodies, in the night, in the sack, reduced to a half-assed Theft

Fig 41 Lookie here: I got a little November----------------------->ROT

Fig 42 Isn’t this all about being a fascinating Grimace—[?]

Fig 43 You Devour your own Mouth

Fig 44 Hunger is often Disappointed

Fig 45 No Vagina is forgotten

Fig 46 There is no Postcard that will put your fears to Ease

Fig 47 *This is about how anything can & must ultimately, be fucking said

Fig 48 “Only a Bitch 2,000 miles away would suffice”

Fig 49 Someone once said, my Face was merely two sheets to the Wind

Fig. 50 There is inherent sadness in The Face; The Face that Hurts & that is Hurt & The Face that will surely Hurt & strangely, this comforts me, because what will come to Hurt, is still a Mystery to me