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Fig. 51 I don’t believe you shall end like *this, however, I don’t believe *this to be that at all
Fig 52 Over-there is akin to being over *here, listen if you want to be with her forever & ever there are many things terribly awry
Fig. 53 Touching tongue to tongue while the World outside, warbles on
Fig. 54 This became, in some ways, as in, “I’m meaning to Escape” as in, “to End with” for example----->I’m slipping inside my freezing fat-rolls
Fig. 55 Intimacy doesn’t Yield to Patience
Fig. 56 You feel Dizzy, the reason, of which, you cannot *Grasp
Fig. 57 However, this clearly explains how I plan to be a Desert, a Landscape, a Face that grows slowly, sinisterly over Buildings
Fig. 58 If I happen to ever find myself in
Fig. 59 At the end of it all: The Collapse, simply will be your excessive reward
Fig. 60 This examines the Nature of Resemblance through neither Shadow, nor reflected pupils, nor a fundamental representation, but rather--------------------->how god awful we all truly are
Fig. 61 *This was how I became the stoned Conquest
Fig. 62 A Reverie of fucking twats
Fig. 63 Turning away, you’re amazed how that Booger hovers
Fig. 64 Turning away, you meet the acquaintance of a beautiful brick wall
Fig 65. While attempting to reach your Body, as close to the Earth as possible, you instead, fell right through it
Fig. 66 Flesh captured & it translates into a Grimace along the tension of “blindly I rose”
Fig. 67 The Narrow slit of shit
Fig. 68 My oh mymy, how quickly your Body became a dipshit—[!]
Fig. 69 The Movement should change & how it did change
Fig. 70 Some said my Face was an inscription of difference. They were wrong
Fig. 71 Your Face was exceptionally crude, how all those other Faces groped on
Fig. 72 We were so happy back then. Unfortunately, that *Scene never existed
Fig. 73 Tension in the midday, a deserted cross-street in The Loop, the impossibility of being only oneself, yes, this was an entirely different
Year than I had imagined
Fig. 74 Oh my sadsad Panopticon is faced with ruin
Fig. 75 Your ass becomes a Magnetic Agony Arc
Fig. 76 Fatigue would sweep you away, until you were but a hushhush
Fig. 77 None of these Details better end up being just a dick-licking—[!]
Fig. 78 Attraction only complicates
Fig. 79 These are all the things we grasp too late on the Body’s cusp
Fig. 80 *This is becoming about a real Storm that is oppressively forming
Fig. 81 Rut / Relish
Fig. 82 That look of Disappointment made me go Home & cry like never before
Fig. 83 Some Pussy cures Some
Fig. 84 This is a picture of a room, which is so small, even comfort is a form of manipulation
Fig. 85 He said “This is your *temple, now strike it”
Fig. 86 Your boobs are a mighty fine convection
Fig. 87 All these *cocks & their Tomfoolery—[!]
Fig. 88 Her kisses; her thousands & thousands of kisses coal the shore
Fig. 89 The *Period finally arrives
Fig. 90 No matter how much you deny your past, it is still destined to be a body-obsessed error
Fig. 91 How the body is stripped away of contestation & all those subtle sunks that really meant something
Fig. 92 Anal Quirks
Fig. 93 & yet it was pleasing being bitten didn’t happen
Fig. 94 The Body, The Shadow of The Body, The Body sleeping-into an Accident, The Body, ultimately, alone
Fig. 95 Because there is no Context, there is no Concern
Fig. 96 We had stumbled upon this speech rehearsal
Fig. 97 The Face, the depth, the entire terrain, altered & over-turned
Fig. 98 In some City, by Someone, I am a memory measured by the recollection of my Laughter
Fig. 99 There is a beauty in the rusteds, which I can never convey; there are Faces at my Door & may they never return
Fig. 100 & just then--------->A Heart Attack. A beautiful-beautiful Heart Attack
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