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Fig. 651 So it’s come to *This: an Excessive pain in the ass-is The City I’ve always dreamed about // The City I can no longer live without
Fig. 652 “I couldn’t do this without you, Greg” He said & then He // said & then He // & because He said He // then said // He said & // then He said Greg // He said “The Days follow through to You”
Fig. 653 Now again, We were left with rotting Meat mulling-over that which clock-stops the slack-jawed (*I, saw) I didn’t dream about The City anymore we // after all is done-for we is to-be the Place deigned in The City flattened to past-us OVER
Fig. 654 There is no Act that is not stained in the Heart’s Joyous Deploy
Fig. 655 Ours, had been the War against false-production Heads
Fig. 656 NOTE: Sin against-the upon the sin—(in)—skin we live
Fig. 657 The Production held Together but what “we did” // this All in-is “the in” Undoing what “we had to do” We did
Fig. 658 Thy Whole Body was the Act of coming-home to Thrive in-us // is the Burst tickling us over the crust // is what earthed the Rage of hidden intentions in Us
Fig. 659 “it-out”
Fig. 660 Body to Body to Body (*I, embody) no disowning of The Body
Fig. 661 The look on his Face was that of a man who left after hearing “6 Months my Friend, 6 Months” & all that was pasted on his Face was All he would never again Pass
Fig. 662 So, this became a Portrait of a Body that was constructed in Order to lay over the Man in Ruin was a-comin’soon-in
Fig. 663 Someone is Hunting me Down, asking to borrow some Eggs
Fig. 664 Someone is closing-in ON Head // Someone is mounting upon Thy Delusional Horse // Someone is Dying some Old Coward
Fig. 665 OH I WOP You // OH I WOP you so Bad
Fig. 666 I am but your marvelous Toy
Fig. 667 “A” muscling-in (Him // Her) at Rest—[s]//(em) in Him
Fig. 668 It was in-this X in our Skin that said “I love him, I want to have his Baby listen to this Song with me again”
Fig. 669 She had tripped into one Hell of a way of living
Fig. 670 Now Stay with Me: Suck in the Gut, Ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha// Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha// Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha// Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha// Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha// Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha // Suck in the gut-ha
Fig. 671 Nothing had been so dusting-off my Plate, I slipped into a speaking MOUF walled-against my Face closing-in//ON The Scene of the Eternal Wish to dissolve into a Growth fucking that fading-lights Thy Highest Resolution
Fig. 672 Who thought-through that Thought // Pounded
Fig. 673 At every Wake I work to Now is to de-stop in the now I’ll Wake
Fig. 674 This attempt at structuring-down of a City, as such, perhaps doesn’t exist-this is my association with Chicago like a book lost, even as it resists-here before my Eyes like this Big Bad Conscious I have, is the erroneous-climbing towards the Impression of *this is (the) Only // way to engage in wearing-down that which shall Wear to Bare Thy Final Conclusion
Fig. 675 On further Consideration, this is entirely I’m (found) out of Order
Fig. 676 Which begs-us to a such a Distance, that a Horizon of becoming-(thought//*this) Land[e]scapes to “that which never again” to that I Thought: My Friend & this to never-ever Again
Fig. 677 And I Felt, Mine Complaint And I Felt, Mine Complaint
Fig. 678 To Distract us from real Issues, You turn, your Face, to the Wall & begin to Sob & the Sound is like a Beacon, flashing on, flashing off // On towards a House in the Fog, across the Lake with no End
Fig. 679 Which reminds me, of how Happy I am when I am closer to You
Fig. 680 She thought of how the word “Figure” might refer to a leveling-down of Sound, which was a very Abstracted Quality to describe the simple slipping-in Movement
Fig. 681 That was my Portrait rendered as 3 Big Ass Boners shining-down on You in the Night
Fig. 682 My Body had become your Invasion, that is to say: One may be confronted-across Spaces of an Extreme Restraint minimalizes itself past that which it (really-does) seeks to Describe, or at times, what IT seeks to remember, for instance, the dead-dust born of the erosion-lines The Face
Fig. 683 My Body, is the exact Opposite, rather a seething UP // ON & again & a-gain you’re turning now, to Face this/is an Excess excessing-itself as Thy Laugh which burns to fall-the-head & Hollow
Fig. 684 You become Fascinated by The Face you-sense behind the face-questioning & behind is your own Face
Fig. 685 Baby, Baby, why all these broken-bricks—[?]
Fig. 686 That was the Day that you imagined an Escape for IT but that living-in your Mind makes nothing-come, makes nothing-happen as IT invades you at Night & Ten Years Passed, IT will not GO away
Fig. 687 *this is the Totality of my self-sufficient Fact
Fig. 688 Watching your Tongue move within your half-opened Mouth // Wondering what your Tongue could do for me directed a bit down South
Fig. 689 The Stomach stomach-turning to can’t get over You
Fig. 690 A Sigh pressing into the Flesh of the Face rose to-ummm
Fig. 691 Stupid Meatball, you watch your Body Sink, or burning-up it’s relinquished Energy simply by knocking-upon *that aesthetic pleasure. Oh Meatball, everything burns, even You. So, Burn dear Meatball—[!] So, Fly dear Meatball—[!] So, Sail dear Meatball—[!] So, Blue.
Fig. 692 Now say witta-me—[h]: Oh, Blue denotes nebieski You Oh, // Blue denotes niebieski You Oh, // Blue denotes niebieski You Oh // Blue denotes niebieski You // Oh, Blue denotes niebieski You
Fig. 693 There is no Voice evident, which speaks from the back-stacking upon your Throat: I am across the Room & fingering each accretion of your Hole in this New Body which is You // which is You crying for want of Meat, for want of that Destruction of our City that knows very well, that indeed, we are Coming
Fig. 694 “A”—[s]—said: “Obje // Obje // Obje // Obje // c-ta // Obje // c-ta // Obje // c-ta // Obj // ec-ta // Obj // ec-ta // Obje // c-ta // Obje // c-ta // Obje // c-ta //Obje // c-ta // O’
Fig. 695 All that I can fit in my Mouth to Swallow will be mine-mine (*Mine)
Fig. 696 “Love” love, is Over all of our Heads
Fig. 697 Because I had torn-open The Figure, You had through that we were now in it-is that which resists that enthrall-thralls for instance: de re/de dicto-de
Fig. 698 *This is what hovers over us-hovers in a remarkable State of blissful Death
Fig. 699 *This began with an Image of The City & then leveled IT
Fig. 700 Frankly Speaking: I am drawn to a Structure which I swear is on the “Brink”, is on the level of threatening at each & every moment to subsume itself & thus, myself, into the Culmination of a Total Loss, rather, a wiping-out of The Face: whites-out
