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Fig. 501 So, a turning-back ,“A” turning from The Beauty of the World, which descended, oppressively upon Thy gait
Fig. 502 The (Fistal) embracing of the Expanse upon the crumbling Day, the bad-break of each Bitch of a Day
Fig. 503 We’ll remain Here, one more Day, turning-towards the Other, resembling (open) Hands, resembling (closing) Hands, resembling Hands that’ll never give a damn
Fig. 504 We have become Damned in this Sense, the City shifting so Sinisterly within our Walls
Fig. 505 At the End of this Line: This Line, lies
Fig. 506 And Tomorrow, we’ll set this Body on Fire
Fig. 507 And Today, we’ll present the setting of your Body for Thy Feast
Fig. 508 The Grime from one personal relation to the next
Fig. 509 In the Center of my Body, at Night, in the Sheets, you glide over my Lips right before you fucking-shatter right Open
Fig. 510 Each Figure, which appears to you at Night, is a Sumptuous Bruise which puckers-up on your skin-boils to a blooming-form of a boom-boom
Fig. 511 I’ve eaten the Whole Hearts of Girls & Girls left along the Hudson, left along the Olentangy rivers & all in that precious Year of ‘99
Fig. 512 They had taken pity on Thy Memory mirroring the muck of all that Youthful regret
Fig. 513 How Sad it was, pulling those Bodies, dragging those Bodies, down the Hill that once were Somebody’s
Fig. 514 The First & Last Syllables shall ride upon the Ass of “HAELP ME”
Fig. 515 Oh you silent-little Shitcutlet
Fig. 516 I want to leave You leaving Me
Fig. 517 A Perfect Grave in which to smother your Abstract Modes of Expression
Fig. 518 Shitcanned & ultimately, erased
Fig. 519 Or Else: The Other Side, Or Else: The Body trailing itself in a Sack of its own Track, or-else
Fig. 520 Everything, everything is measured by the poundings-upon Thy Ass
Fig. 521 A Figure embedded so far deep into your shit-skin, so as to-be gulped, as Consequentially, a destined to-be a Description, in this little nothin-nothin
Fig. 522 You will be the Dog I give to The Face to Shred
Fig. 523 And Still to come-still draped about your Fragile Head: the empty sleets-in of Age
Fig. 524And Still to come-still: that Hand torn from your hand-still to your face-still: SO worn-so down-so
Fig. 525 And Still to come-still: that drilling under the Lids, which is Thy damning foot-pounds the Obliteration of *this World
Fig. 526 It was during that first moment, when you opened your Eyes, that you finally-knew you were done for, you were done-for, you were done-for // you-being You, were done-for
Fig. 527 Producing arms within this Belly in which Arms arms-himself against the rest-rest
Fig. 528 How much would it concern You to Say: collapsible-you now we’s-gonna Eats of-you
Fig. 529 She had an Appearance that was well, it wasn’t exactly well, I couldn’t-wouldn’t & shouldn’t-you
Fig. 530 Cornered by that Big Ol’ Bitch, the Others had come to console-you even as they offered-you
Fig. 531 When I am alone I feel the some-times GO
Fig. 532 The Calm before Thy Storm shall last no more than 8 Seconds Flat
Fig. 533 Applause, Applause, all that resounding Applause wherein you’ll Die
Fig. 534 The Objectional, which stops-you is Thy Master
Fig. 535 When I am // about to Come // I will // Warn You
Fig. 536 In the first Scene, is the brutal-burial of your dear-dear Friend & all those Headaches that’ll ultimately this ends-in You
Fig. 537 That Night, she turned to me & said: They are Here (to Ruin You) They are Here (to Ruin You)
Fig. 538 A Soap opera with Heart: we have done enough to our well-done Hearts
Fig. 539 The Whistling right before it breaks-you
Fig. 540 I sleep, I change bodily-positioning me towards the Day’s daily aggravations
Fig. 541 Our earliest memories were a series of Images which led to the Mind’s fading on her Lips the Meat as such
Fig. 542 In this Scene: your Image survives the pummeling of “man, I’m subjected in Vain” & a-gain you Imagine: living, talking, & loving, in another Name, in another slowly-shows-you this Body, which I take in my Hands, which shall be nothing but fucking-ravaged
Fig. 543 I told you before: even Evil Things will kiss You in a gentle way “how those Fingers in your Hair—[?]”
Fig. 544 I always Figured: the Struggle would arouse Me
Fig. 545 This is simpler, than remembering, whose Body mapped-over your body to its limit I stretched
Fig. 546 It is only when I am Seducing you that you truly become that which Seduces Me
Fig. 547 It is only when I am finished Seducing you, wherein the prior Act, becomes Senseless, becomes unattainable in the Mind, becomes the very Image of You, leaving through the Door, without a Word, that you become the Violence which absorbs Me entirely-in-me
Fig. 548 It is this Digging which keeps me Moving, from day-to-day, but it is this Fear of breaking-through Thy thick-skin to that which might Engulf me into the Greedy Mouth of the sin-in-my-skin
Fig. 549 A self-erupting exhaustion by Anticipation, darkened the Sky to the bird-flocks across your realigned Body, had become a Fragment of Territory, a brief memory of an Exclamation, an anonymous Voice in an anonymous Shell, the mysteries of Exposure & opening-above, the Lake & above-out, The fucking Head tangled in the Roots & full of foreboding
Fig. 550 When I awoke, I turned over to see You & it must be like awaking to a fucking dick-sore
