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Fig. 551 Our moving-about one another was a way of Defining one-another through to-you
Fig. 552 This World lies in the Heart of my Hail
Fig. 553 Commanding this Shit to-be we got the shits-signs for another Time in Grime
Fig. 554 The Recapitulation of my MOUF
Fig. 555 In the Body, a willing-to-wilt is the HAELP calling-out to each One of us, elsewhere-where we’re beginning to form-in The Firm
Fig. 556 Yours is the Body that chooses to not choose to choosing-you, I would choose to Chew
Fig. 557 Next Sunday, you will wake to this-there in the sin-in-there is the same-shit we’re all Destined to bare// I fear
Fig. 558 That’s me, placing my Tongue, firmly in your filling the under-construction, what the Weather meant, what the breath was known to suffocate (Thy, twisting-till) the Silent, I suppose & so-so Sad for the first 10 Years we laughed & laughed, shrouded in Rain
Fig. 559 Oh, the Sno is dark-dear & nothing is truly Sad I said “I was, once upon a Time, a Child” or the mirroring-said “Oh, my little-little Boy” & yes-yes, after all, *this is (in) you-is
Fig. 560 Ruthless // pit-shit // restless in Thy Solemn // certitude is // Thy Servitude
Fig. 561 To such Disgrace is *this which contemplates anguish, abstractly
Fig. 562 You can see the complexity of the World in the plants & trees isn’t very // how interesting this Space which sheaths-to-sweep between us during the Winter dicking-us right in
Fig. 563 Yeah, that bitch-be an Affection Ho
Fig. 564 We were presented as 2 Bodies as being-busy, as being-stuck with Our callings to one another. Which is hilarious
Fig. 565 I stayed awake all Night, longingly-wishing that your Apparition would appear to Moon me
Fig. 566 In this Movement, I will sit you down & sketch for you my wounded Heart, which shifts-itself into a Hound of some Stranger’s strange-strange Punishment
Fig. 567 Turning to a tucking-away the Day, this becomes a Voice, that no longer interests me, this becomes a Belly, an upcoming RUIN for our Love is like the smallest pleasure of words, for instance: “in *this”
Fig. 568 Exhausted & famished, I am shifting-towards a sifting in-this is our Voices rising to the risking-rinse of Death
Fig. 569 I want to be the naughty-naughty Thumbprint of your body-crash
Fig. 570 My Voice is carrying to You & you saying (*I’m saying) “I won’t carry You” which is what *this be-saying
Fig. 571 What does your Face slave-to Now—[?]
Fig. 572 So this continually becomes a Question of Someone in the Sun setting-out to extinguish the dying-out
Fig. 573 Although it was said to-be Be Aware: *It, ultimately, was (what I) said
Fig. 574 At first, I thought my Body was merely incorrigible, but I now I know, my Body is just fucking-intolerable
Fig. 575 There are times that we get engulfed in this feeling-feeling this all (is-in) Emptiness, a funneling-out to a Leave HERE, from the ceiling-in the Body, on the Floor hit (The head-hit) the shit-hint at this coming Disaster
Fig. 576 Which, eventually: eventually we’ll be left (bereft) in a disaster-tense meant “In the Past Tense”
Fig. 577 In the Present Tense: we’re left with this same-ol-same digging-up the remains this Pruning of our days-away
Fig. 578 “Arm, my arm, left alone, attempting to prune-away all that would Harm” (Said Arm)
Fig. 579 And It was Said: You were put on this Earth // And It was Said: You were put on this Earth // And It was Said: You were put on this Earth // “was one Hell of a put-on” it was Said
Fig. 580 Oh No, so now you’re a little Fat Girl left with only 2 choices—[!]
Fig. 581 Turning to Her, He thought “it’s best to just piss-it & All, now away”
Fig. 582 Fig. 582
Fig. 583 Again: *This is the Reclamation of my MOUF (mauf-mouf)
Fig. 584 I would like for our Love to be just something fucking-awful, not like a slow-motion Murder, but rather a slow-moving Murder where one by one by one & One: we’re All picked-clean from the Face to the Bones to the Heart one by one & One
Fig. 585 Only when We are completely, utterly, without argument, worn-the-fuck-down in Age & worn-the-fuck-down with the Entirety of *this World, will I know, that indeed, we did Exist
Fig. 586 Further & Further towards the ultimate, perfect shitty-resemblance
Fig. 587 “A” is a means to Retreat means “You now, fucking-retreat”
Fig. 588 Like that of a Sinner amongst the Drowning, this Face expresses Admiration, or is that the disgust I am trying to hint-this-shit towards a degree of Solitude—[?]
Fig. 589 We would together, Her & I, grab hold, to a Piece of Meat, what woulds-if You only knew the immediate Shift in the Face that expressed our Teeth chomping-down on the meats-ground the 3 of us into a ecstatic Moan, not of pleasure, nor of Horror or pain, but rather a Moan which denoted “And this too now, would be Done”
Fig. 590 And would it be Us, that would be done-would—[?]
Fig. 591 Gristle (gristle-in) & Thy Grace
Fig. 592 This is my Right Hand pointing at the Story we were about to construct-upon *This, my Left Hand pointing-to-anoint all those Faces in the Crowd, all those little-shaken Faces
Fig. 593 Touched by the Stain of Mayhem (hands-him) the strickens-away this need to shed-some old-bones of Lamentation’s Ham
Fig. 594 You are the piss-pot in my Mouth
Fig. 595 The Exhausting resourcefulness of Time: The Accelerating paths-pounding of Thy Ghost
Fig. 596 With Age, I’ve lost neither my Anger (tho, it became a darkened Store) nor, my Sadness which became a summing-up of being delivered a Letter which foretold of the sad-news stampeded-past, already 2 weeks back
Fig. 597 i.e. “This, delivered Thy Leap”
Fig. 598 At least this being, what it was, is what it is, was-was
Fig. 599 The Splendor of an Afternoon moored with the rumbling-in of fucking-in the Shadow which covers-over Our Body (cowers)
Fig. 600 And then she Said it was Okay And // then she Said it was // Okay and then she Said it // was Okay and then she Said // it was Okay and then she // Said it was Okay and then // she Said it was Okay and // Nothing was ever-again fucking-okay
