75Notes Towards Getting Through (to)You &
My Mind’s (all//on) Mine Dine Trap
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What devote desire do I have in doubt—[?]
Isn’t getting-off the only true EXIT for you—[?]
“Then listen-listen for this is just my wittle-wittle Baby in my arms”
Thus, as I was saying:
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1. Oh, I see-I see the Notes are the Ones at hand & how to incorporate oneself into them as such so to be with-em, in themselves as such—[?]
2. The entrance, always must be of a purely Human failure, contingent, admittedly on my Comprehension of finding my own proper bearings in which to Fall, which in turn, would be yours to Fall
3. In any case, this attitude is purely Human & I like it
4. The entrance, of this into that, shall be an Event that shall be my House, my Body as it were, working its way to its own body-work, set-in-stone so to fool-proof itself from being at One, apart from you from You
5. I never really wanted to be apart from You.
6. This is the ever-revolving desire in which I must desist so to subsist, this operative, which is to be ultimately, my Opera
7. This then is the issue that’ll become a form of my Tissue streaked across my Face (countenance) peering-into that getting-through to being, being whatever-the-fuck that *is
8. & of my Obliteration—[?]
- It’ll be a Glorious Show
10. My Nature thus, must find a way to spur this having-been that Life so together with this Architecture build this ising-is my doo-dee-doo & my Body-is.
11. Be this, be it may, be it my Destiny & my Body on-a-tray.
12. This begins to reek like gawd, which is part of the problem I wish to part was of being designed so poorely in my fragility is truly something I must take my hat off to & ultimately bow to
13. This will begin how I began to begin differently, or rather I fucking behaved differently when confronted with You in *this
14. This then will be, in a way, a re-linking my thinking towards a sinking through to a duel-sinking.
15. This implies I wants to doom
16. Thus, *this implies imma-gun’sa doom
17. This implies I wants to doom
18. Thus, *this implies imma-gun’sa doom
19. This implies my Architecture is contingent upon my individual & general disorder, which actually, would distort what I am really seeking is a becoming-something—[?]
20. “Why are you Questioning me—[?]”
21. Let’s try again------------------------>What I am really seeking is a becoming-something—[!]
22. “That’s it—[!]”
23. This implies, I need to start going out again
24. Aye
25. Or to find once again, the distinction between You & I, so that I might finally detonate the motherfucker
26. Thus, what would come-through from then-on, would be purely of my architectural-happening to You, I’d be connected to You
27. There is no single chance, in respect, of this happening in itself (I sigh)
28. That which coheres is the thuddest motherfucker of them all
29. That which irons-out, rolls-out the advance towards an expanse, is that which rumbles the loudest
30. & would I stretch my Body, my Will, my will-my-Body at this *expense expend—[?]
31. Oh you bet // you-bet, for-you for only You—[!]
32. *This then represents us as hasing what—[?]
33. The nth degree—[?]
34. Yet there-there, stop putting up with your struggle. It’ll only expose the full-service fucking Void voids-us further
35. Within the Whole of *this----------------->I have a great desire to Live
36. & that is us-is in the Bitch of it all
37. Did you want to hear this—[?]
38. Do I push-you-in closer to me—[?]
39. Or do I just fucking push-you-away—[?]
40. As you moan, as we move you moan & I remember how much I truly loved You from the beginning
41. For it is only in *this sung-song-o’-some that preserves Thy hearing: how my Architecture defies all the ensuing decades, which’ll Oppress & draw me further-the-away from my own-self but more importantly, further-from You
42. This last line activates my heart-sungs for You, which is bound to continue on in it’s own condition of a constipational-condition of which I beg You breathe—[!]
43. Oh, we ourselves it seems, in *that World are never destined to truly breathe
44. Never destined to truly conceive how far my pulsing-far reaches out to farthen-you farther from the far-way Harm, in *this World, is a condition, in which, I seek to disappear
45. “Shitcanned”
46. Oh, You Shitcanned Thy stance—[!]
47. Perhaps this whimper will expose the magnificent abstraction of my Species
48. oops, I meant to say: my Speechees
49. & thus, knowing that this surrounding is & will & Holy Shit i’m’sa gunsa- form—[!]
50. Thus, let’s turn this forming into my own personal world-forming, yes—[?]
51. YES
52. The move of this, is the movement of that in-------------------->*this is
53. this is the movement of my Ass(hole) vulnerability
54. Which appears to be Thy Destiny
55. Thus to this-in-ing in *this is my way of being happily alone
56. To You, however, this appears to be my Crisis, which is fine, which is tentatively, in a way, You calling me confused or, are you calling me a fucking Liar—[?]
57. or, You are // what are you // calling-into war—[?]
58. This announcement of us, as thought, as the result-thought “my will to wish to fill” is exactly the morality of my Hypothesis—[!]
59. Thus, as you see, this is my research-body is figuring the figuring-out my figuring-body must figure my speechees, contingent upon this testing of Thy morality—[!]
60. My Architecture necessitates the negligible fact that I am indeed illegible
61. & so be the will to the which is the will of “ARM” in *this world arms-me against Thy surroundings or something like that, which is the explanatory action of my actions as such action all-of-the-time to the greatest be to me is so—[!]
62. Thinking & thinking is what delivered me to this bunk in which I fall
63. The Fall to the assigner World asses on my scratch
64. MY ASS----------------------->The Ultimate Sign of Life included in the Queefy air of all Humans—[!]
65. Consider everything I say, as the body-reflection of my Body, which is a cruel type of Creature being the body-out of it’s own body-odor oozes-out, so that, to become shittily-axiological would make my Body truly expendable
66. Get my Architectural Sniff—[?]
67. Sniffing out to you & for you-you Baby, I be sniffing
68. *This is the crisis, which is building in-me to Die, so to die-in me away dying-in-thee
69. I just wondered---------------->what kind of fucking-dipshit goes & gives Head to someone dealing in Morals—[?]
70. Living ought to be I ought to be more fucking filthy, you see—[?]
71. (The Closer you get to-me, the closer you smell-thee, the closer you coming-into a place purely built on the Foundation of Loss, as in, loss-is-me)
72. Thus, the coordination of my purely, I’m of Actions must ultimately exemplify------------>why I fucking rule
73. If being surrounded by all of You is truly an inevitable consequence, I think I am going to fucking Cry—[!]
74. As for *that World dipshitting it’s way before Thy Eyes—[?]
75. Eh, Let the fucker answer for Itself
